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.

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

had already prepared a warm bath for her, complete with towels, bath products, and even clean clothes. The attention to detail surprised her.

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

the cup. "Thank you," she

through her hands, and as she sat on the soft couch, the cold she had felt earlier began to fade.

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

looking at him for a moment before asking a completely unrelated question. "Did you have anything to do with the

firm. "No. I don't need to

face, searching for any signs of dishonesty, but his eyes remained clear, unwavering. Satisfied, she relaxed a

lightly on his knee, unbothered by her silence, as if waiting patiently for her to speak The warm glow of the room's soft lighting and the overall coziness of the house seemed to encourage

expected his parents to reject me. Quincy always told me they were good