Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 449 I Can't Stand to See You Upset

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before he said, "You know I can't stand to see you upset."

"Is that so?" Eva scoffed.

"How about we skip the beer, okay?"

Before he could finish, Eva quickly responded, "Sure, then I'll leave tonight."

She had initially just wanted a cold beer to ease her restlessness, but if it turned out to be a leverage over Michael Cooper, she wasn't about to feel guilty for using it. After all, it was his threats that had brought her here in the first place.

Silence lingered on the line before he finally said, "Not tonight."

"Is that so?" Eva sneered, "If it's not happening, then I guess there's nothing left to discuss, right?"

"Eva, do you always have to be so contrary?"

"Contrary?" Eva's gaze dimmed, "I thought we were friends. If one day I am, it's probably because you pushed me there."

With those words, Eva hung up without another word and slowly sipped her beer.

After a while, the door opened and David walked in, reaching for the beer in her hand.

But Eva, as if she had anticipated his move, shifted it out of his reach.

David sighed, "Ms. Hansen, it's late, you should rest. Drinking now isn't good."

"Oh, I can't sleep. Is a little beer to help me doze off really such a crime?"

David pressed his lips together, falling silent.

"Leave, I'll rest once I'm done."

However, David stood still, seemingly lost in thought, until Eva shot him a look, and finally he spoke up, "Ms. Hansen, please don't drink anymore. Mr. Cooper has instructed me to take you now." At these words, Eva paused, her expression one of surprise as she looked at David.

She had intended to use this as a threat against Michael Cooper, but she didn't actually expect him to agree.

A complex emotion swelled in her heart as she bit her lip.

Even now, did he still care for her? He could have completely ignored her and waited until tomorrow. After all, how did her discomfort affect him?

"Ms. Hansen?"

Seeing her lost in thought and not responding, David called out to her again.

Hearing this, Eva snapped back to reality.

"Are we really heading to the airport now? I thought we were set to leave tomorrow," I asked, looking up in surprise.

David nodded. "That's the order from Mr. Cooper."

At his words, I quickly set down my beer and stood up, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going."

Adrian deep in thought

I slid into the passenger seat of David's car, and we drove off towards the airport. It was dark outside and eerily quiet. Ours was the only car around, arrogantly cruising without another soul in sight-just David, the man who had once helped

me.

Only one thing could explain this scenario: Michael Cooper was certain I wouldn't run away, and that's why he arranged it like this.

David, alert to every nuance of my condition, ever ready to interpret and convey Michael Cooper's thoughts and demands-it seemed they were in constant communication.

There must be more than just the phone for monitoring. No wonder David's been so distant. What if the surveillance was cut off?

But more importantly, was David being threatened?

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts on the way to the airport, I was still dazed upon arrival. I only snapped back to reality when David opened the car door for me.

As I stepped out, I found David already standing in front of me. Looking up, I caught a secretive glance from him.

I paused, uncertain of his meaning, but considering Michael Cooper could be eavesdropping, I didn't dare make any rash moves.

Our eyes met and I started to understand.

Back at the villa, David had been distant. With cameras everywhere, it was impossible to communicate-not even a glance could be risked.

At the airport, though, it might be different-Michael Cooper's spies couldn't be as omnipresent as they were in the villa.

Sure, they could still have their human informants, but people can be lazy, and coverage wouldn't be as comprehensive.

Yet even here, surveillance could be lurking. Direct communication with David was out of the question.

If we were to talk, it had to be planned out for later.

After a moment, I said casually, "I just had a cold beer and now my stomach feels off."

David hesitated, then offered, "Ms. Hansen, would you like me to get you some medicine?"

I shook my head. "No need, but could I have a tissue?"

My demeanor was as detached as usual, leaving David momentarily unsure whether I'd caught the subtle cue he had tried to send with his earlier glance. "Sure," he responded, handing me a tissue.

David fished a tissue from his bag and handed it to Eva, his mind still teetering on whether he should subtly hint to her again about the matter at hand. When Eva took the tissue, her fingers scribbled a word on his palm. At first, David thought it was an accidental touch, but her fingers lingered, tracing a word in his palm.

He stood motionless until Eva finished writing, and after a brief moment of puzzlement, David realized she had written "wait."

Glancing at her, David noticed Eva was already entering the airport with the tissue in hand. As soon as she was inside, she was quickly approached by a group awaiting her.

Upon hearing Eva's intention to visit the restroom, several men volunteered to accompany her. With a frown, she retorted, "A bunch of you tagging along to the ladies' room-are you out of your minds?"

Her blunt words made the men sheepishly back off.

"Ms. Hansen, we didn't mean it like that," one of them stammered. "We're just worried about your safety due to the crowded, chaotic airport, so..."

Eva's sternness cut them off before they could finish, and they swiftly apologized, not daring to follow her to the restroom.

Once alone, Eva's beautiful brows knitted with frustration. She hadn't expected such an entourage at the airport; talking to David again now seemed impossible. With a sigh, she turned on the faucet to wash her hands when a college student, backpack in tow and earphones in place, stepped out. She was in the middle of a phone call but quickly scribbled something down, saying, "Hold on; let me jot that down."

Watching this, Eva had an idea. After the student had finished writing, Eva approached and asked, "Hi, may I borrow your pen for a moment?"

The student paused, surprised, but then handed over her pen after seeing Eva's intent gaze.

"Thank you," Eva said, taking the pen and jotting something on the tissue David had given her.

The college girl stayed put, observing Eva's odd behavior from the corner of her eye but too polite to read over her shoulder. Once Eva finished writing and returned the pen with a thank you, the student couldn't help but call out to her. Eva turned to look.

The girl pursed her lips, hesitating, then made a gesture at Eva.

She gestured, asking if Eva needed her to dial 911.

Eva realized the misunderstanding and shook her head with a light chuckle, "No, thank you."