Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 561 Won't He Get Angry?

If Eva wasn't married, Emily would have immediately agreed to the suggestion of sleeping over. However, now that Eva was married and not living alone, it would be quite impolite for Emily to accept without any reservations. Therefore, the first thing Emily did was instinctively look over at Adrian. Seeing her glance at Adrian, Eva couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at him?"

After saying that, she also turned to look at Adrian.

"Don't you agree?" She asked.

Adrian, feeling somewhat cornered under her gaze, could only respond with a sense of resignation, "When did I disagree? Let's go, I'll have the driver call and inform the housemaid to prepare your room." Emily was surprised that he actually agreed. Eva, on the other hand, was delighted and hugged her.

"Then I'll sleep with you tonight."

Emily could only nod awkwardly. "Okay."

After getting into the car, Adrian, who had been sitting in the back with Eva, was promptly sent to sit in the front passenger seat because of Emily.

Adrian sat alone in the front, his expression and eyes darkening. But considering that Eva only had this one close friend, he had to suppress the jealousy in his heart.

That night, Emily stayed at Eva's house. The guest room was very clean due to the housemaid's regular cleaning, and the bedding was all fresh.

After taking a hot bath to wash away the fatigue and emerging with her skin still pink, Emily saw someone lying on her bed.

"Eva?"

"Are you done bathing?" Eva, already changed into her pajamas, was lying on the bed and quickly patted the spot beside her upon seeing Emily come out. Emily was somewhat taken aback.

She thought Eva's offer to sleep together was just talk, and even if it wasn't, she didn't expect Adrian to actually let her come over.

"What's wrong?" Eva asked curiously upon seeing her standing there staring.

"Nothing."

Having regained her composure, Emily walked over, realizing it had been a long time since she had slept with her best friend.

Of course, it was nice to be able to sleep together, but she was still a bit worried and asked as she approached the bed, "Won't Adrian get angry 'cause you're here with me?" Eva was somewhat perplexed by the question.

"Why would he get angry?"

She was accompanying her best friend, not another man. If that was something to get angry about, Eva felt she probably wouldn't indulge him.

"I've taken his wife away from him. If it weren't for me, he'd be cuddling with his lovely wife right now."

Eva burst into laughter.

"Come on, it's just for one night. If he dares to complain, I'll deal with him!"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Do you really have the heart to?"

"What's there to have the heart for?"

Emily thought for a moment, then suddenly jumped into the bed and snuggled up with Eva, and the two of them started giggling together.

Just like when they first met over a decade ago, they would sleep together, tickle each other, and roll around on the bed in laughter like they were still teenage girls.

When things quieted down, they would chat about all sorts of things and share their troubles until one of them fell asleep.

But even now, at their age, some habits hadn't changed.

As soon as they lay down, the two of them embraced each other, and then Emily couldn't help but start ranting about all the bizarre things she encountered at work, as well as about Nathan. Eva listened quietly, occasionally responding when needed.

In the midst of their conversation, Emily's phone began to ring.

She glanced at it and was surprised to see that the caller ID showed it was Nathan.

Emily was shocked.

What time was it, and he was calling her? Didn't he need to sleep?

No, that was not right.

It was daytime where he was.

Emily took a deep breath and said to her friend, "I need to take this call, okay?"

"Okay."

"Hello? Mr. Powell?"

Because she answered so quickly, it seemed to catch Nathan off guard, causing a moment of silence.

Not hearing a response, Emily pulled the phone away slightly and murmured softly, "Did he dial the wrong number?"

Just as Nathan was about to speak, he heard another woman's voice beside her.

"Who is it?"

Thanks to his remarkable memory, Nathan immediately recognized the voice.

It was Eva's voice, the woman who had accompanied her when they had met before.

It seemed that Emily hadn't replied to his messages earlier probably because she was meeting with her best friend and had forgotten. Nathan quickly made excuses for her in his mind.

"Shh."

Emily put her finger to her lips to signal Eva to be quiet, and Eva covered her mouth. Then Emily spoke again, "Mr. Powell?"

Nathan finally made a sound of acknowledgment.

"Was there a bad signal just now? I couldn't hear anything from your end."

"Ah, yes, the signal might not be great."

Nathan's voice was calm and detached, "Have you reached the hotel?"

"No, I'm staying at a friend's house tonight. Mr. Powell, is there a reason you're calling at this hour? Is there a problem at work?"

There was a long silence from Nathan's end, and Emily thought she even heard him sigh before he finally said, "There's a bit of a hiccup, but considering the time difference between there and here, let's forget about it." Emily fell silent.

Nathan hung up shortly after.

As the busy tone came through the phone, Emily was still at a loss for words. She tossed her phone aside and began to vent to Eva.

"I'm telling you, this guy is not only a workaholic himself, but he also exploits his subordinates to the max, right? I've already resigned, and he still calls me to handle work? Haha."

Eva blinked, a bit in the dark due to not remembering any past incidents between the two.

But from Emily's description, and the fact that he called in the middle of the night just to talk about work, it did indeed seem like he was a workaholic.

"Didn't you hand over your work properly?"

"How could I not have? It's all taken care of; Yvette is quite capable."

"Then even if he wanted to call about work, he should've called the person you handed over to. Why call you?"

"Right, why did he call me? Does he think I'm a beast of burden?"

The more Emily thought about it, the angrier she got. "Next time he calls me about work, I'll set things straight with him! I don't work under him anymore, so I'm not afraid of offending him, hmph."

Eva then said, "Actually, even if he wanted to ask about work, it probably wouldn't be at this time. Could it be possible that he was just concerned about whether you landed safely?"

"That's impossible," Emily shook her head.

"Why?"

"He already asked. Right after you called me, I got a message from him while I was getting my luggage. I replied a long time ago. Look, here it is."