CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1237

Lydia instinctively wanted to decline, but Mrs. Ford seemed to anticipate her response. "It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other," she said. "I still remember when you were just a little girl, and now look at you. You’re not going to get distant with me, are you?"

With Mrs. Ford putting it that way, Lydia couldn’t refuse without seeming ungrateful, so she reluctantly agreed.

After hanging up, she realized she hadn’t asked if Eugene would be attending the charity gala, and a wave of regret washed over her. She wasn’t eager to see him again. But now that she had accepted, calling back would feel too deliberate.

Sighing, Lydia murmured to herself, "I guess it’s better to just clear the air when I see him."

Meanwhile, at the Ford family’s living room, Mrs. Ford set down the phone and looked over to the side. "I’ve made the call for you. The rest is up to you."

Next to her sat a man dressed in a dark gray outfit, his silver-framed glasses and casual clothing giving him an approachable look, yet his eyes were too sharp, too calculating. Even in something as simple as loungewear, there was an underlying air of danger about him.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Little Lydia, we’ll be seeing each other again soon, won’t we?"

Lydia debated for a while whether or not to tell Quincy about Mrs. Ford’s invitation. She didn’t want to make him worry unnecessarily. But not telling him would feel suspicious. All her hesitations vanished, though, when she accidentally noticed a gold-embossed invitation on Quincy’s desk.

"Are you planning to attend this charity gala too?" Lydia asked, raising an eyebrow.

Quincy paused mid-motion, catching the "too" in her question. "You said *too*?"

"Mrs. Ford invited me to go, and I agreed," Lydia admitted, watching his face closely for a reaction. "Are you upset?"

But instead of speaking, he lightly bit her earlobe.

Lydia jumped back instantly, her ear turning a deep shade of red. "You’re doing that again!"

Quincy grinned, his eyes full of teasing warmth. "As long as it works."

His playful gesture effectively sidestepped her question, leaving her more focused on his playful nibble than on his feelings of jealousy. And Quincy, intentionally or not, never brought the topic up again.

Two days later, a luxurious yacht was docked at the harbor, its decks filled with elegantly dressed men and women. Champagne glasses clinked as laughter and conversation filled the night air, the light reflecting off the glasses in a kaleidoscope of colors.