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Eva realized too late that she had misspoken. Under Adrian’s persistent gaze, she felt trapped, unsure how to navigate the conversation.
“Do you have someone you like? Why have you never told me?” Adrian pressed, his voice edging with frustration.
“I misspoke,” Eva said quickly, pushing him away to break free from his intense stare. “Don’t misunderstand.”
But Adrian wouldn’t relent. “Who is he?” His voice had a sharp edge, though he wasn’t fully aware of how urgent his tone had become.
Eva took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “Anyway, it won’t be you.”
The words slipped out before she could stop them. The admission hung in the air between them like an accusation. Adrian’s face darkened as his brow furrowed in frustration. So that’s it, he thought bitterly. She doesn’t like me.
His voice dropped to an icy tone. “Then, what’s with the report?”
Eva, feeling the weight of his persistence, could only feign confusion. “What report? Is it something from the company?”
“The servant found it in the trash while cleaning. Torn to pieces. It was in our room. Isn’t it yours?”
Eva paused, then forced a knowing expression. “Torn to pieces? I remember now. It’s my medical report. What about it?”
Adrian’s lips curled into a bitter scoff. “Do you think I’m stupid? What kind of medical report gets torn to pieces?” His eyes narrowed, locking onto hers. “Are you hiding something from me? I want the truth.”
Eva’s pulse quickened under his intense stare, and his grip tightened around her delicate wrist, sending a sharp tension through her body.
Her brow furrowed as she looked up at him, speaking softly, “I didn’t mean to tear it. It got wet in the rain, and the writing became illegible. So, I threw it away.”
Adrian froze, the truth of her words slowly sinking in. He remembered the heavy rain that day, how drenched she had been when she returned home.
Seeing him lost in thought, Eva couldn’t resist teasing him. “Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid it was a pregnancy report?”
Adrian had been prepared to deny it, but the words caught him off guard. His breath hitched, and his gaze sharpened.
Eva arched an eyebrow, her expression light yet calculating. “Why the surprise? Are you worried about how a pregnancy would affect you and Vivian?”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you pregnant?”
Eva shrugged nonchalantly, “No. If I were, I would’ve shown you the report already. Besides, with our history, if I were to terminate the pregnancy, you’d probably compensate me, right?”
Her flippant tone and the casual way she said it threw Adrian off balance. His expression shifted, his anger brewing beneath the surface.
“What did you say?” His voice rose involuntarily. “You would terminate it?”
“I was speaking hypothetically,” Eva replied quickly.
But Adrian wasn’t ready to let it go. His voice tightened with urgency. “If you were really pregnant, would you terminate it?”
Eva lowered her gaze, a touch of sadness flickering in her eyes. “I would.”
The simplicity of her answer hit him like a blow to the chest, but what shook him more was the cold indifference in her voice. There was no hesitation, no regret. Just a calm acceptance.
Adrian’s emotions churned—anger, frustration, confusion. But when Eva spoke again, her words snapped him back to reality.
“If I didn’t terminate it, what would happen to you and Vivian?”
Her words pierced through him, the sharpness of her logic forcing him to see things clearly. His thoughts turned cold, and his posture stiffened.
Adrian stood abruptly, his expression closing off. “You don’t need to go to the company today. Rest.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned and left the room, his icy demeanor a stark contrast to the intimacy they had shared moments before.
Eva stared at his retreating figure, her heart heavy with an emotion she couldn’t name. But the truth was clear—Adrian had made his choice long ago. Vivian would always come first.
As Adrian walked out, his mind wandered back to a memory that had shaped everything.
It was years ago, when a rush of water had almost claimed his life. He had slipped and fallen into the swift river, and just as he was about to give in to the current, he saw a figure—Eva—jumping in without hesitation to save him.
But she had arrived too late. He had lost consciousness, and when he woke, he learned that Vivian had been the one to pull him to safety, injuring herself in the process.
When he had visited Vivian in the hospital, she had greeted him with concern, not even acknowledging her own injuries. From that moment on, Adrian had decided to protect her, to ensure that she would always be by his side. As long as she wanted him, the position of Mrs. Blackwood would always be hers.
Eva, in his eyes, was a part of the past. But Vivian? Vivian was his future.
