Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 430 I Can't Let You Go

And so dinner went just as Eva had expected-by the time they were nearly finished, by the time the meal had grown cold, Adrian Blackwood had still not appeared. And now there was only an hour left before they headed to the airport.

Eva shepherded her two little ones up the stairs, and once they were tucked into the room, Ruby Hansen couldn't hold back her question: "Mommy, where's Uncle Blackwood? When's he coming back?" Eva responded in the same way Jacob had answered her queries earlier.

"Just like your Uncle Jacob, I'm not sure, sweetheart. He didn't tell Mommy what he was up to, so I have no idea when he'll be back."

Hearing this, Ruby gave a soft "Oh" and frowned, obviously troubled by the uncertainty.

"Mommy, Uncle Blackwood isn't going to miss us going to the airport, is he? Are we not going to see him at all today?"

Eva, not wanting to build false hopes in the kids, replied candidly, "Hmm, perhaps that's the case. Your Uncle Blackwood has a lot on his plate. Once he wraps everything up, he'll come back to the U.S. to find us."

By framing it this way, the children wouldn't cling to the hope of seeing him before their flight but would look forward to reuniting back home instead. Thus, they could avoid feeling disappointed.

Sure enough, her words seemed to convince Ruby, who dropped the topic.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door.

"Ms. Hansen, it's time to head to the airport."

Given the distance to the airport and the potential for traffic jams, it was best to leave early. Hearing the knock, Eva replied promptly.

"We'll be right there."

After gathering the luggage and summoning the kids, she commanded, "Let's go."

The children followed, each dragging their mini suitcases behind them. As Eva opened the door, Jacob stepped forward to take the luggage, then took the kids' suitcases as well.

The gesture wasn't particularly charming, but it brought Eva back to moments when David had done the same always taking care of their luggage when he was with them. It had been several days, and his current whereabouts... she couldn't help but wonder.

Leaving now, she realized she hadn't heard from him.

She hoped he was okay-at the very least... still alive.

Taking the luggage from Jacob, he then turned to the kids and suggested, "How about hopping on the suitcases? Uncle Jacob can push you along."

The children, loving the idea, climbed on with Jacob's assistance, and he began pushing them. Since he was handling them and a suitcase, Eva was left to carry the last one.

It belonged to Dylan Hansen - a modest little suitcase, light as a feather.

Eva trailed behind, dragging the compact case at a snail's pace.

Her slow gait inevitably put some distance between her and the others - a gap that grew wider by the moment. Just as she was about to pick up the pace, a door in the hallway suddenly swung open, and a long arm reached out, grabbing her shoulder. Before she could register what was happening, she was yanked inside.

Her heart hitched, fearing it was one of Michael Cooper's thugs, coming to drag her back. Instinctively, she tried to scream.

But her captor seemed to anticipate this, covering her mouth in the nick of time.

"Mmph!" Her cry was muffled into a garbled whimper.

The room was pitch-black, the door snapped shut behind them, leaving them only the faint glow creeping in from the outside to discern the tall figure looming before her. Eva couldn't make out who it was, helplessly restrained until the hand pressing on her lips finally released.

When Eva was about to speak, her captor leaned in and silenced her with a kiss. Ragged breaths and warm puffs of air clashed with her face, allowing her to at last distinguish his scent. This was...

Surprise flickered through her, but before she could react further, she felt him pry her lips apart, deepening the kiss.

Entwined breaths, their mingling scents enveloped them.

Eva even detected the strong tobacco odor.

Adrian Blackwood... he smoked?

But he never smoked, did he? Why now?

A jolt of pain on her lip brought her back to her senses, and she heard the man pressing her against the door chastise in a low growl, "Distracted at a time like this? Thinking about him?" It took Eva a while to grasp who 'he' was, only realizing as his lips descended once more.

But it was too late to answer his question. The kiss grew fierce, assertive, relentless.

Towards the end, Eva's neck was arched back, forced to yield to Adrian Blackwood's dominating kiss.

"Mmph..." She struggled to breathe, whimpering involuntarily, hands pushing against his chest.

Yet, the man in front of her seemed insatiable as ever. Her pushes only led him to seize her wrists and tug them behind him, compelling her to wrap her arms around his waist.

Eva's embrace was involuntary, her arms encircling his frame.

The kiss persisted, its intensity climbing.

As their lips parted, Eva felt as if a layer of water had washed over her eardrums. Her head swam in bewilderment, her body went limp, and she could only remain upright by leaning on Adrian Blackwood's steadying hands. His breath came in rough whispers against her ear, each exhale heavier than the last, sending a flush to Eva's cheeks.

It was just a kiss. Why was he panting as if something intense had just happened?

With these thoughts swirling in her head, Eva bit her bottom lip, gently pushed him, and said, "Weren't you tied up with something, said you wouldn't come back, that you wouldn't see me? What's up with this all of a sudden?" Her voice cracked the silence, betraying a softness akin to water and a tinge of vulnerability.

After speaking her piece, she pursed her lips, reluctant to utter another word.

Adrian remained silent beside her, continuing to catch his breath until finally, with a raspy voice, he confessed, "I'm afraid if I see you, I won't ever want to let you go."

As he tightened his embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck and greedily inhaling her scent, he whispered, "Just like now."

Her heart stirred at his words, and her hands instinctively crawled up his back, drawing herself closer.

Was the fear of not wanting to let her go the true reason he had avoided seeing her?

And did he feel the same for the two kids-just like now?