CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1227

Lydia met Eugene's gaze, and when she saw the hint of a smile in his eyes, her heart sank. She had no idea what he was truly after.

Mrs. Fay’s intentions, however, were crystal clear. She was trying to push the two of them together. “It’s been so long since you’ve seen each other, I’m sure you have plenty to talk about,” Mrs. Fay said, clearly pleased.

“We older folks won’t get in the way of your catch-up,” she added, pulling Mrs. Ford aside for a private conversation.

With no one else around, it was just Lydia and Eugene left standing there. Lydia didn’t waste any time. “What exactly do you want?”

Eugene’s expression shifted, the warmth he had shown before disappearing. His tone turned sharp. “Isn’t it obvious what I want? When we were kids, you said you’d marry me.

“Even after all these years, I’ve held onto that promise.”

But the truth was, only he had taken it seriously. To Lydia, those childhood words were nothing more than childish banter.

The more Eugene thought about it, the angrier he became, a fire burning in his chest.

Lydia, sensing his unreasonableness, couldn’t believe he was holding onto something from so long ago. "Eugene, I understand how you might feel, but I’m sorry.

“Whatever I said back then doesn’t mean anything now. I can’t give you what you want. You’re a great guy. You don’t need to hang onto something that’s long gone.”

“You’re rejecting me because of him, aren’t you?” Eugene’s sudden accusation caught Lydia off guard.

She looked up and met his eyes, feeling like she was being pulled into their dark depths. A sudden wave of panic washed over her, and she instinctively took a step back.

But she tried her best to stay calm. “This has nothing to do with Quincy.”

Eugene, however, wasn’t interested in what she had to say. “I hear he started a company for you. But I also hear it’s not doing too well lately.

The evening wind blew gently, but the chill felt sharper than usual. Lydia shivered, the cold seeping into her bones.

Normally, this kind of cold wouldn’t bother her, but tonight, it felt like it was piercing through her, making her teeth chatter.

As she reached the front entrance, her eyes widened in surprise, and she hurried toward the figure standing next to the car.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise and relief.

Quincy, holding his phone in one hand, draped his coat over her shoulders with the other. “Your phone has location sharing turned on. I heard the Ford family was hosting a banquet and figured you might be here, so I came.”

With just one sentence, he brushed off what had clearly been a long and tiring search for her.

What he didn’t mention was how hard he had been searching for her over the past two days, barely getting any sleep in the process. But Quincy didn’t say a word about it.