Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 479 Losing to Her

She was undeniably correct.

And how could Michael even dare to hope she'd harbor any affection for him, especially after all that had happened before her memory loss? Having done what he had, how could he still hope for her affection? He dared not speak it out loud but simply wished for her to stay by his side, to grow used to him-that would be enough.

Noticing his silence, Eva realized that she had struck a nerve. With a cool tone, she said, "Look, I'm staying. I haven't broken my promise. But I should still be free to do as I please, shouldn't I?"

All Michael Cooper could do was nod in agreement.

"Yes."

"So can you leave now?"

Hearing this, Michael Cooper fell silent, his gaze lingering on her for a long moment.

Confronted by her resolve, he finally conceded, "Alright, I'll leave. But you can't skip your meals. If you don't want to come downstairs, I'll have them bring the food up to you."

Worried she might object, he left the room immediately after speaking.

Once he was gone, the room fell silent. Eva waited until she heard the sound of the door closing.

He's gone.

She let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The recent confrontation had left her breaking out in a cold sweat, afraid of what Michael Cooper might suddenly do to her.

Before, Eva was oblivious to this side of him, maintaining an indifferent attitude, but now that Eva knew about this facet of Michael Cooper, she felt she could no longer afford to take him lightly. What if one day Michael Cooper lost his sanity?

With these thoughts, Eva closed her eyes.

After an indeterminate amount of time, there came a knock at the door-it was the voice of Jane.

"Ms. Hansen, Mr. Cooper has had the kitchen staff send over some food for you."

Hearing this, Eva reopened her eyes.

"Come in."

Jane pushed the door open and walked in with a plate.

The plate was laden with several kinds of food, wafting a delicious aroma into the air. Eva smelled the scent but slightly furrowed her brows in response.

"Ms. Hansen, the kitchen prepared quite a variety today. Please take a look and see what you'd like to eat."

The food was beautifully prepared, and it was clear that whoever made it had put a lot of effort into pleasing the eater. Visually, it was very appealing, and logically, Eva should have liked it. Her subconscious told her that these were foods she used to enjoy.

But now...

"Ms. Hansen, why don't you start with some soup?"

Jane picked up a bowl of chicken soup that the kitchen had specially prepared, which included many ingredients to enhance the flavor and remove any strong taste. It smelled very appetizing.

She also considerately scooped up a spoonful to Eva's lips, hoping she would at least take a sip.

For her current state, even one sip was a gain..

But just as she brought the spoon to Eva's mouth,

Eva, who had only been slightly frowning, suddenly felt her stomach churn tumultuously upon smelling the aroma, forcing her to lose control for a moment and retch audibly.

Jane was completely taken aback until she heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, prompting her to rush towards it.

"Ms. Hansen, are you alright?"

At this moment, Jane's face could be said to be even paler than Eva's.

Because it seemed she had caused a mishap; Eva was already having difficulty eating, and yet she had insistently brought the chicken soup to her, resulting in her retching like this. Could she possibly eat anything after this?

It was a disaster.

Jane began to worry about what would come next.

Eva leaned over the sink, heaving for quite some time. Despite the turmoil in her stomach, she hadn't eaten much recently, and today she had barely even drunk water, so there was nothing in her stomach to bring up. Finally, devoid of strength, Eva was helped out of the bathroom by Jane and nearly collapsed onto the sofa.

Jane looked at her, noticing how pale her complexion was, the dark strands of hair on her forehead even sticking to her skin due to sweat. She looked so frail and helpless leaning there, looking vulnerable. Why was this happening?

Jane gazed at her with immense heartache, biting her lower lip, her eyes reddening: "Ms. Hansen..."

It took Eva a long while to recover slightly.

As she was just beginning to recover, Eva heard Jane's sobs and looked up to see her tearfully gazing at her.

"What's wrong?"

She didn't expect Jane to be crying.

Nor had Jane expected herself to break into tears. While wiping them away, she apologized: "No, I was just a little scared. Ms. Hansen, are you okay?"

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry."

"Ms. Hansen, you don't need to apologize, it's my fault."

Jane said this as she took a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from Eva's forehead and suggested, "What should we do now? Ms. Hansen, you need to eat something. If you don't like what's at home, maybe I could take you out to eat?" Eva managed a weak smile as she leaned back.

"It's alright, no need to go out. I think I just have a poor appetite; it should come back in a few days."

Just a poor appetite?

That's what Jane initially thought too-Ms. Hansen has lost her appetite, so it would return after a while. But several days had passed, and instead of improving, her appetite seemed to have gotten worse. And considering that she was still taking medication on top of everything, how could this situation be considered fine?

"Or, maybe Ms. Hansen should see another doctor? Or go to the hospital for a check-up, maybe something is wrong with your stomach?"

"I really am fine. If you're worried, then please bring me some snacks."

Hearing her ask for food proactively, Jane immediately dried her tears and stood up to choose a bowl of soup to bring to Eva.

"Ms. Hansen, would you like to have this bowl of soup?"

"Yes, thank you."