CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

The car pulled up in front of a three-story villa.

Eugene glanced over at Lydia and suggested she come inside to change out of her wet clothes.

Lydia, finally speaking for the first time since getting into his car, shook her head. "I'm not going in. Just drop me off somewhere. I can find my way back."

Eugene raised an eyebrow and pointed outside. "You really want to sit on the side of the road like this?"

Lydia looked down at her soaked clothes, clinging tightly to her body, outlining every curve. Panic crossed her face as she realized how exposed she was but couldn't figure out what to cover first.

Without saying anything more, Eugene turned and unlocked the front door, his demeanor calm and unfazed. After hesitating for a moment, Lydia followed him inside. She wasn't sure about Eugene's intentions, but she knew it was safer to be indoors than stranded in the middle of the night.

villa was minimalist, much like Eugene himself-cold, distant, and seemingly unwelcoming at first glance. Yet, Lydia's opinion shifted

complete with towels, bath products, and even clean clothes. The attention to detail surprised her. It was unexpectedly

a cup of warm milk. "Drink this. It'll help you relax," he

accepting the

of the drink seeped through her hands, and as she sat on the soft couch, the cold she had

he crossed his legs. His gaze was steady. "Why were you out

for a moment before asking a completely unrelated question.

firm. "No. I don't need to resort to such low

face, searching for any signs of dishonesty, but his eyes remained clear, unwavering. Satisfied, she relaxed a bit, though she didn't notice the brief flicker of something darker in his

began tapping his fingers lightly on his knee, unbothered by her silence, as if waiting patiently for her to speak The

was spilling her thoughts. "I never expected his parents to reject