Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 471 Hesitation to Act

Search up Adrian's name?

After David left, Eva immediately pulled out her phone and opened her web browser, puzzled by David's suggestion. Was this Adrian really that famous?

While wondering, she typed his name into the search bar.

Just as David said, typing the name was indeed helpful; there was information about Adrian Blackwood, even a profile.

However, Eva scrolled and scrolled, but no photo appeared.

She thought to herself that this man's privacy was incredibly well-guarded. With such detailed profiles available, his status must be significant, yet not a single photo was to be found. After another fruitless search, just as she was about to give up, Eva stumbled upon a photo that could possibly be Adrian Blackwood. She clicked on it eagerly.

The photo was crowded and the subject was far away, but she could make out a tall, poised man at the center of attention.

The camera was distant, yet Eva could still discern his handsome features and the smooth contour of his profile.

Staring at the face in the photo, Eva lost herself in thought.

It felt so familiar...

But the photo was too distant, and the man was wearing sunglasses. She could feel the familiarity, yet it failed to jog her memory.

Now, just as before, staring at the photo brought back nothing.

Unsatisfied with giving up so easily, Eva saved the photo and exited to continue her search.

Her target might have kept a tight seal on his privacy, but even the most careful individuals can't always avoid the occasional candid shot.

As she was about to stop earlier, this photo had popped up. Maybe with a bit more persistence, she could replace something clearer, something closer.

However, before she could resume her search, footsteps approached from outside her door.

The steady pace of the footsteps caught Eva's attention for a split second before she quickly exited the page, slipped the phone under her pillow, and laid back down, pulling the covers up. Shortly after she settled in, the bedroom door swung open.

The aroma of food wafted into the room.

Eva, lying with her back to the door, scrunched her brows ever so slightly as she caught the scent.

"Eva, asleep?"

Michael Cooper's footsteps stopped beside her bed, and he struck up a conversation: "How about grabbing a bite before you sleep?"

At his words, Eva purposely closed her eyes, feigning sleep to ignore him.

The next moment, however, Michael was right in front of her with a plate in hand, calling out to her again, "Eva?"

Eva remained silent, determined not to engage with him.

Her eyes stayed shut, her body motionless.

"Are you pretending to sleep?"

Michael, relentless as if he had no intention of backing down, pressed on, his breath growing closer to her.

Feeling his breath on her face, Eva couldn't keep up the act. Scooting backward, she dodged his advance, eyes flinging open. Sure enough, Michael had been leaning in close, and as she scooted away, a slight distance finally emerged between them. Eva's heart skipped a beat. Had she not moved when she did, what had he been planning to do?

She reminded herself, never to pretend to sleep before him again and to start locking her room.

Annoyed, Eva said sharply, "I'm trying to sleep. What do you want?"

"Eat something first, hm?"

Eva glanced at the food in his hands and declined, "I'm not hungry."

"But I heard from the attendant you barely ate today. Are you neglecting your health?"

Containing her irritation, she insisted, "I'm really not hungry. I just want to sleep now, can you please leave?"

"Eva..." Michael's voice held a note of helplessness as he uttered her name, "It's not good to skip meals."

"I'll eat when I feel like it, you don't need to worry about that," she retorted stubbornly.

Michael gazed at her quietly, apparently reluctant to leave.

Eva couldn't care less, turning her back to him and pulling the covers over herself as she demanded, "Please leave and close the door behind you. And stop barging in."

While this was his domain, her unyielding stance made it seem as if he was the intruder on her territory.

Despite being disregarded so blatantly, anger didn't suit him; considering she'd be around for the future, he dismissed further thoughts.

After a lingering silence, Michael finally obliged and left.

Eva waited until all was quiet, then swiftly got up, tiptoed to the door, and turned the lock.

Only when she heard the sound of the lock clicking did Eva exhale in relief.

This should deter any easy entrances from now on, right?

Michael Cooper held the keys to the mansion, potentially even to her room. If he was determined to enter, he held the means. Nonetheless, setting the lock on her door was her own statement of boundaries. David had been gone for nearly three hours before he returned. His first order of business was to seek out Eva.

"How is it?" Eva asked anxiously as soon as she saw him.

David had rehearsed his response. "Ms. Hansen, there's no immediate threat to his life," he said, facing her.

Though Mr. Blackwood's condition seemed dire, with Cooper's men in charge, the situation was under control -- at least to ensure it wasn't life-threatening.

Eva wasn't sure if she was overly sensitive, or if there was something in David's message that caused her alarm.

"No immediate threat?" She couldn't help but press, "Is his condition that critical?"

David pressed his lips together and let out a resigned sigh.

"It doesn't look good, but Mr. Cooper won't let anything happen to him."

After all, he mused, if anything serious happened, Ms. Hansen wouldn't stay, would she?

Her response was a clenched jaw.

"Not letting anything happen to him and letting him be safe and sound are two different things."

David silently agreed.

Indeed, preventing disaster didn't necessarily mean keeping Mr. Blackwood unscathed. An individual could be kept alive on the brink of death just as well as in full health.

It all depended on how Michael Cooper's subordinates chose to handle the matter.

"If Ms. Hansen is worried, then we should expedite the process to get Mr. Cooper to bring him back," David suggested.

"What about his own people?" she inquired.

"What?" David took a moment to understand that she was referring to Adrian Blackwood's associates.

He shook his head.

"We haven't received any communication on this end. I suspect they wouldn't dare make a move right now."

Eva bit her lip and looked down at her pale hands.

"I understand."

David wanted to offer some comfort, but realized his advice was futile at such a juncture. All his words retreated unspoken.