CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Lydia knew exactly what Quincy was worried about, so she offered him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. I'll go and be right back. If you're still chatting with Mr. William and I'm not back, come find me. Does that put your mind at ease?" Only then did Quincy reluctantly let her go.

The yacht was enormous, and Lydia wandered for a bit before finally finding the restroom. The interior was lavish with golden walls and ornate mirrors with intricate designs on the edges. Everything exuded luxury. After washing her hands, she was ready to head back, but as soon as she stepped outside, she froze.

"Lydia, what a coincidence to run into you here."

The man standing in front of her was none other than Eugene.

"What are you doing here?" she blurted, immediately regretting the question. Mrs. Ford was attending the gala, so of course her son would be there too. She mentally chastised herself for asking something so obvious.

Eugene smiled, his eyes dark and intense as he stared at her. The depth in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. "You're still just like you used to be."

nothing to her now. But before she could say anything, Eugene smoothly changed the subject, as if

actually

dizzying about the way he spoke, the way his presence seemed to fill the narrow space between them. Lydia's frown deepened. She didn't want to linger here with him

for a reply, she quickly turned and walked

Eugene, bowing respectfully. "Mr. Ford, everything you instructed

starts, someone will

nod, though his demeanor had cooled significantly. It seemed that the warmth

in Eugene's presence was enough to send chills down his spine. He couldn't help

paused, as if remembering

arranged with the

as if something monstrous were chasing her. The