Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！

Eva thought she misheard.

She could let the first statement slide, but what was the intention behind the second statement?

"Sleep in my room? Do you even know what you're saying?"

Eva looked at him speechlessly. "Do you think that by signing that agreement, our relationship goes back to how it was before?"

"No," Adrian lowered his gaze, his voice muffled. "I just stood under the cold water for too long at night, and the temperature outside was low."

"Don't you know how to cover yourself with a blanket?" After saying that, Eva turned around and opened the cabinet, intending to get another blanket for herself. However, the cabinet was empty when she opened it.

To prevent accidents, she had only prepared an extra blanket, which she had already given to Adrian.

Eva turned around with frustration and handed him her own blanket. "Here, should two blankets be enough for you? It's almost three o'clock, and if you disturb my rest again, I'll kick you out."

Adrian looked at her taking the blanket from her bed, so he didn't take it.

"No need, it's fine like this."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Eva couldn't help but feel somewhat confused. After closing the door, she lay back down, covered herself with the blanket, closed her eyes, and decided to sleep seriously.

After lying there for another ten minutes, all she could think of was the image of Adrian saying he was cold.

Upon careful consideration, his claim of feeling cold did have some basis. He had been standing under cold water for a long time, and coupled with his recent bad health, such a cold shock in the winter might trigger his stomach problem. Furthermore, when he came to talk to her earlier, he seemed so weak, as if he couldn't keep standing.

A few seconds later, Eva sat up.

This would be the one and only time she cared for him.

After sending him off tomorrow, if he ever acted pitiful in front of her again, she would pretend not to see it at all.

Eva opened the door and went to the living room.

The living room was quiet, and the lights were off. Eva found the switch and turned it on, instantly brightening the room.

Eva saw Adrian lying on the sofa, curled up almost into a ball.

His complexion was even worse than when he had called her earlier, and he had a cold sweat on his forehead. When Eva reached out to touch him, she was startled by his temperature.

But this time, Eva could confirm that he had a real fever, a sickness-induced fever, rather than what it was before...

She pushed him a little with her hand, but he didn't react, seeming to be in a hazy state due to the fever.

She opened the cabinet, took out the fever patches and pills she had usually prepared for the children, and applied them on him. She also gave him a fever-reducing pill and some water. After everything was done, Eva felt exhausted and started breathing heavily.

She looked at Adrian, whose face was still pale, and her heart was speechless.

Because he was not just running a normal fever now, she didn't dare to leave, fearing that he might get delirious from the fever. So she stayed by his side. Periodically, she would wipe him with alcohol to cool him down. As she wiped him for the second time, Adrian suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her. "Eve."

This call caused Eva to pause, knitting her brows.

"Don't call me that."

In her memories, this name was distant.

"Eve."

But he seemed stubborn, wanting to call her by that name. "Eve, can you forgive me?"

This made Eva look at him strangely.

Was he delirious from the fever?

Adrian seemed genuinely delirious, staring at her intently. "Please, Eve, can you forgive me?"

"If you're not willing to forgive me, then at least give me a chance to make amends," he held her delicate wrist, "I'll treat you well, give you whatever you want, even my life, okay?" But Eva ignored his words and reached out to touch his forehead, the temperature slowly coming down.

"Not okay," Eva wiped him with alcohol, rejecting him expressionlessly.

As she wiped his back, Eva thought for a moment and said to him, "Lift your hand, turn over, I'll wipe your back."

If he hadn't woken up, she would have been able to do it herself.

But since he was awake, she let him do it himself, saving some effort.

After saying that, seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Eva urged him, "Hurry up."

Adrian, lying still, finally raised his hand. Eva waited for him to turn over, but his hand suddenly wrapped around her neck and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

"Ah," Eva exclaimed, dropping the towel to the ground, falling into his arms.

Before she could react, her chin was held, and immediately a rush of cool breath enveloped her.

In an instant, their foreheads touched intimately.

"Why not?"

His breath was hot, blowing onto her face.

Their lips were almost touching.

The intertwining of their breaths created an ambiguous atmosphere.

Eva's eyelashes trembled, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by this atmosphere. Just as she was about to step back, the person in front of her followed her breath and leaned in.

When his breath reached her, Eva subconsciously tried to dodge but was too slow, and his soft lips covered hers.

Eva's heartbeat skipped a beat.

Before she could react, Adrian, who tasted the sweetness, unwillingly held the back of her head and fiercely captured her slightly parted lips.

Eva reached out to push him away, but as soon as her hand touched his chest, Adrian, like being stimulated, moved his large hand from her head to her neck, his thumb pressing on the nape of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head slightly, exposing her slender and fair neck completely in the air.

Eva's breath was clean; compared to the youthful and sweet breath of five years ago, it now carried a hint of charm.

In this kind of charm, Adrian's gaze gradually became chaotic.

He had restrained himself so much during the onset of the drug's effects, but now he kissed her with madness.

Indulging in a greedy manner to the extreme.

Under such an assault, Eva's heart raced like thunder, deafening.

Coupled with the vast difference in strength between men and women, Eva couldn't push him away at all. She gradually lost strength under his assault and her body almost collapsed, leaning half in his arms. Their breaths mingled.

Finally, Eva couldn't bear it anymore and pushed his shoulder with her hand, making a muffled sound.

It was only then that someone belatedly realized something, moved back a bit, pressed his forehead against hers, and exhaled heavily, his voice hoarse. "What's wrong?"

He had the audacity to ask her that?

Eva glared at him, about to speak, but the man who had been dominant and overbearing just now suddenly stopped.