CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1366

The man, dazed from the beating, looked up to see Quincy’s furious face. Instantly, he cowered, forcing a smile. “I get it, I get it. She’s all yours. I’ll leave right now, I promise not to bother you two. Take your time, big guy.”

Quincy grabbed him by the collar and firmly warned him again. “A woman is a person, not something you can just hand over. You don’t have the right to talk like that.”

The only reason Quincy had intervened was to stop an innocent woman from being harassed, not to claim her for himself. Apart from Lydia, he didn’t want anyone.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” the man mumbled as he scrambled to his feet and darted away, grumbling under his breath about Quincy. Acting all noble but everyone knew why guys came to a place like this. It was solely to pick up women.

Quincy didn’t bother chasing him. Instead, he turned to give a word of caution to the woman. She should be careful hanging around a bar at night like this. But then he froze.

It was Lydia.

“Quincy? Am I seeing things? How could you be here?” Lydia stepped toward him, her eyes locking on his face, the one she had missed so desperately. The longing she had suppressed surged up like a waterfall crashing off a cliff. This had to be a dream.

She kept telling herself it wasn’t real, but she couldn’t help reaching out to touch him, to see if he was real or just a figment of her imagination.

“It’s really me. We’re probably here for the same reason,” Quincy said with a sad smile.

As he drove past and saw the lights inside, the first thought that popped into his head was, “If Lydia were here, she'd probably want to come in for a drink.” That was what made him step inside.

Lydia didn’t pull away.

The moment their lips met, the emotions they had been suppressing flooded to the surface. Quincy scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the bar.

Right next door was a hotel. The front desk clerk, noticing their closeness, quickly processed the room as Quincy asked for the presidential suite.

Once inside, Quincy laid Lydia gently on the bed. Though he was barely holding onto his last shred of control, he asked softly, “Lydia, do you know who I am? Do you know what we’re about to do?”