Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 522 Seeking Solitude

Eva suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over her.

"Can you please stop talking?" She asked, her voice choked with emotion.

Adrian froze upon hearing her voice, and when he looked up, he noticed the redness around her eyes.

He couldn't help but stand up abruptly.

"What's wrong? Did I say something out of line?"

"Eva? Don't be upset. If I said something wrong, I apologize, okay?"

But his words seemed to have the opposite effect. Eva's tears, which had been brimming in her eyes, began to fall.

Adrian was flustered by her tears, and he could do nothing but stand helplessly in place.

"Eva..."

In the end, all Adrian could think to do was to try to take her into his arms.

However, Eva stepped back two paces, her tearful eyes gazing at him.

"You have two wounds, an old one and a new one. The new one is so severe, yet you haven't uttered a single complaint about the pain, and now you're..."

She trailed off, realizing that he was comforting her as if she was the one who was hurt, not himself.

Hearing this, Adrian finally understood why she had suddenly burst into tears. He thought he might have said something to hurt her, but now it seemed she was crying out of concern for him. Feeling suddenly melodramatic, Eva questioned why she was crying when she wasn't the one who was hurt.

Her crying only made Adrian anxious, and then he would try to console her, causing time to slip away while his wounds remained unattended.

With this realization, Eva's mindset shifted. She quickly wiped away her tears, pushed Adrian down onto the bed, and fetched the medical supplies needed to treat his wounds.

Adrian was still contemplating how to comfort her. In one moment, she was crying, and in the next, she was pressing down on his shoulder, pushing him onto the bed and turning to grab the medicine. Eva, with her back to him, wiped away her tears quickly and efficiently. Soon, she returned with the necessary items.

When Adrian saw her again, her face was clean, and she appeared calm, showing no sign of the uncontrolled, vulnerable crying from before.

She was so composed that if it weren't for the redness at the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose, he would have doubted he had seen her cry at all.

Adrian collected himself after seeing her calm demeanor. He parted his lips, about to say something when Eva interrupted him, "Lift your arm here."

His left wound extended under his arm, and his hand would cover it if let down, so Eva needed him to lift his arm for her to clean the wound.

Adrian, slightly dazed, obediently lifted his arm as she had asked.

Eva leaned over with a poker face to tend to his wounds, her unique fragrance wafting from her as she drew near.

In close proximity, Adrian watched her serene face with a complex expression.

He had been worried that Eva would be frightened by the sight of his wounds.

Yet, to his surprise, she was now calmly treating them.

Adrian's gaze was intense as he watched her.

What was going on? Just a second ago she was in tears; why did she suddenly change completely in the next? Could it be that she had regained her memory?

No, it couldn't have happened so quickly. There was nothing that could have triggered such a recovery just now. Moreover, even if she had truly regained her memory; she shouldn't be in this state.

With this thought, Adrian couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

Eva seemed to have no interest in engaging with him. She simply shook her head and continued to tend to his wounds.

She worked quickly, and, in no time, had applied medication to both of his wounds, then took some gauze to wrap them up.

Throughout the process, Adrian wanted to speak to her but could not find the opportunity, only able to comply with her instructions to lift his arm or hold the other end of the gauze. The man who usually commanded the business world now sat there with his noble head bowed as his eyes tenderly followed Eva's every move.

It wasn't until Eva finished bandaging and said it was done, then turned to tidy up, that Adrian watched her bending over to clean up, his lips involuntarily pressing into a thin line as he slowly walked over to her. "Leave that, you should go take a shower."

Eva ignored him.

Adrian could only squat down and grasp her delicate wrist.

"Eva!"

His tone was heavier, and there was force in his hand. Eva couldn't break free and had to take a deep breath.

"Fine, let me go, I'll go shower now."

"What happened? You were so concerned about me while bandaging me, and now you don't want to bother with me."

"Nothing," Eva shook her head softly and said, "You should sleep; I'm going to take a shower."

After speaking, Eva got up to gather her clothes and then entered the bathroom.

When she tried to close the door, she didn't expect Adrian to follow her in.

Eva paused, subconsciously trying to close the door and keep Adrian out, but with a lift of his hand, he propped the bathroom door open.

This action made Eva unconsciously frown, "I'm going to take a shower, do you need something?"

"Are you upset? Can we talk about it?"

"No," Eva denied instinctively, "You're overthinking."

"One second you were crying, the next you were bandaging my wounds like nothing happened. Where did all those emotions go?"

If she didn't talk about it, she would only keep it bottled up inside.

Adrian didn't know what would happen if she kept it all bottled up; he just knew he couldn't let her keep doing that.

But Eva didn't want to answer his question, simply saying, "I want to shower first."

With that, she tried once again to close the door.

Adrian braced himself and furrowed his brows, saying, "If you don't make things clear, I won't leave. You don't want me to go in, that's fine, but remember you're the one who bandaged my wounds." Hearing his last words, Eva finally realized something.

She lifted her gaze and noticed Adrian's hand pressed against the door panel, connected to his wound. If he exerted force...

Thinking back to when she was treating his wound, remembering the depth of it....

Eva's eyes narrowed slightly, and she finally spoke, "It's not that I don't want to clarify things with you, I just need some time alone to calm down."

Her unusually calm explanation to herself took Adrian by surprise.

"It's not just that I blame you for not telling me you were feeling unwell, I also blame myself. Always making a fuss about this with you is unnecessary and just a waste of time. It would have been better to have treated your wound earlier so you could rest sooner."

After hearing this, Adrian could no longer misunderstand her intentions.