Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 78 Hug him

Eva didn't expect herself to be so clever and called Adrian after going out.

If it were any other time, she would be praising Jenny's intelligence.

But recently, she and Adrian were in a quarrel and stay cold to each other, so she couldn't praise anyone.

And knowing Adrian's character, if he found out about tonight's events, he might scold her again.

Just thinking about his sternness, which resembled that of an older brother, made Eva feel endlessly annoyed.

Normally, men are doting and gentle with the women they like, fearing that they might scare them away. But Adrian was always harsh towards her, just like an older brother.

That was also the reason why Eva felt that he didn't like her.

Lost in her thoughts, the sound of steady footsteps outside and the greeting of a big man guarding the door rang out.

"Mr. Cooper."

Mr. Cooper?

This surname made Hansen's heart skip a beat.

"Where is he?"

An unfamiliar yet familiar voice sounded.

"Ms. Hansen is inside," replied the deep and hoarse voice.

Eva sat there motionless. Learning who this one was, she was surprised because, in her mind, she had gone through many names when talking about past acquaintances, but she had missed one... Michael. Why would it be him?

He was the least favorite person from Eva's childhood, without a doubt.

Why?

Although he was one of Adrian's close friends, Eva never gave him any face because every time they met, this jerk would always pull her pigtails.

That was not all, he also liked to call her a little girl.

But what Eva disliked the most was that he talked to her about Adrian and Vivian.

For example, "Why didn't you come to Vivian's birthday party yesterday? Adrian gave her a beautiful necklace, have you seen it?"

Or, "Vivian invited Adrian to a masquerade ball yesterday, and they were chosen as the best partners. Why didn't you come?"

And also, "Vivian gave Adrian a custom-made handmade sweater yesterday. She personally drew the design on the back and embroidered the words on the right shoulder. Did you see it?" And so on, Michael would tell her everything about Adrian and Vivian.

Every time he mentioned it, Eva would earnestly and seriously tell him, "Michael, please don't tell me about these things anymore. I don't know, and I don't want to know, understand?"

But it seemed like he didn't understand human language. He had to report to her every time.

Eva became fed up with him.

Until one day, in the small garden, she overheard Adrian saying that the position beside him would always belong to Vivian.

Even after Michael told her these things again, she still felt jealous, but she never got angry at Michael anymore.

All the things she didn't want to hear had happened. How could she continue to "not mind"?

"By the way, the position next to him will always be reserved for Vivian. Eventually, Michael realized that Eva remained silent every time Adrian and Vivian were mentioned, so he stopped bringing it up. Shortly after that, Michael went abroad. When he left, everyone went to see him off, except Eva. He sent her a message and asked Adrian to bring her a gift.

'Little girl, grow up well.'

The gift was a silk scarf, in Eva's taste in terms of color and texture. However, she only glanced at it before putting the box away, and never opened it again.

'Why haven't you taken a single bite? Did your taste change, or is it not to your liking?'

A man's clear voice sounded behind her, accompanied by a faint tobacco scent. She turned around to see who it was.

Five years had passed, and the man had shed the youthful greenness, gaining a sense of stability and sharpness characteristic of a young man.

His raised eyebrows concealed his shrewdness. He was dressed impeccably in a white shirt and a dark suit, meticulously accessorized with a pastel-colored tie and a gray tie clip.

Eva's expression changed. She hadn't expected that after all these years, he still kept it. Perhaps her gaze was too intense, as Michael raised an eyebrow and smiled, 'What? Don't recognize me anymore, little girl?'

The nickname 'little girl' instantly broke Eva's facade. She was annoyed and retorted, 'Who is a little girl? Who gave you permission to call me that?' Observing her flushed cheeks due to anger, Michael couldn't help but chuckle, 'You're so puffy from anger, yet you're still a little girl, aren't you?' Pufferfish? Eva looked at him speechlessly. 'Could you please stop giving me nicknames the instant you appear?'

'Alright.' Michael approached with an indulgent smile, reaching out to ruffle her hair, 'Then, give me a hug.' Hug? Before Eva could react, the man had already opened his arms and bent down. The crisp tobacco scent in the air became stronger. Michael embraced the one him and smelled the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, satisfaction flashing through his ink-colored eyes. Five years. It had been five years since he last held her in his arms, but he had yearned for it all this time. If only she had come to see him off five years ago, he wouldn't have had to wait until now.

The sense of reality and fulfillment from holding her filled every part of his body, but there was still a slight emptiness in his heart, because... he was afraid of scaring her, so he couldn't hold her too tight.

'Little girl, you've grown up, become beautiful, and even lost weight.' This remark reminded Eva of the message he sent her when he left, urging her to grow up well. After so many years, having someone who cared about her like this, Eva was moved.

However, it didn't seem appropriate to be held like this, even though they had been childhood friends. Just as Eva was about to push Michael away, she looked over his shoulder and saw someone standing at the door. It was none other than the one who had received Jenny's distress call, the one who had been

Adrian hurriedly arrived, with the buttons on his shirt still undone. He had put in a great deal of effort to find this place, fearing Eva would come out. Adrian breathed heavily, his eyes observing the scene before him, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost.

Since the man had his back turned to him, Adrian had not yet recognized who the one was. He smirked, staring into Eva's astonished eyes, and said, "Eva, come here!" His impatient tone signaled the end of his patience. Michael also heard the voice, paused, and then realized what was happening, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips.

Sensing that Eva wanted to push him away, Michael's hand tightened around her waist as he lowered his voice, "Don't you want to know how he would react if you don't go over?" What kind of reaction? Eva didn't need to think to know that Adrian would feel his male dignity bruised.

She had lost interest in finding out about something that had happened several times before. "I..." Before she could finish her sentence, Adrian, who had been standing at the doorway like an ice sculpture, walked towards them with a gloomy expression. Bang!