CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1252

The car pulled up in front of a three-story villa.

Eugene glanced over at Lydia and suggested she come inside to change out of her wet clothes.

Lydia, finally speaking for the first time since getting into his car, shook her head. “I’m not going in. Just drop me off somewhere. I can find my way back.”

Eugene raised an eyebrow and pointed outside. “You really want to sit on the side of the road like this?”

Lydia looked down at her soaked clothes, clinging tightly to her body, outlining every curve. Panic crossed her face as she realized how exposed she was but couldn’t figure out what to cover first.

Without saying anything more, Eugene turned and unlocked the front door, his demeanor calm and unfazed. After hesitating for a moment, Lydia followed him inside. She wasn’t sure about Eugene’s intentions, but she knew it was safer to be indoors than stranded in the middle of the night.

The interior of the villa was minimalist, much like Eugene himself—cold, distant, and seemingly unwelcoming at first glance. Yet, Lydia’s opinion shifted quickly.

Eugene had already prepared a warm bath for her, complete with towels, bath products, and even clean clothes. The attention to detail surprised her. It was unexpectedly thoughtful.

When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in fresh clothes, he handed her a cup of warm milk. “Drink this. It’ll help you relax,” he said in a calm voice.

Lydia hesitated briefly before accepting the cup. “Thank you,” she murmured.

The warmth of the drink seeped through her hands, and as she sat on the soft couch, the cold she had felt earlier began to fade. Even the emotional chill in her heart started to thaw, little by little.

Lydia frowned, instinctively wanting to defend them, but then the memory of Quincy’s mother’s cold, judgmental expression flashed in her mind. For a brief moment, she wavered.

Seeing her hesitation, Eugene pressed on. “Someone who truly cares about you wouldn’t doubt you over some baseless rumors. Look at my mother! She’s always treated you like her own daughter.”

At the mention of Mrs. Ford, guilt gnawed at Lydia, tightening her grip on the cup.

“Of course,” Eugene continued, his voice smooth, “you could actually become her daughter-in-law. Our family would welcome you with open arms anytime, Lydia.”

His eyes locked on hers, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Even your child would be accepted as my own if you let me.”