I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 719 - 716: Hide and Seek is Fun, Isn’t It? (5)

"I can’t do the test yet. The doctor said I need to... um... have a fuller bladder." Vera Wave looked at the man’s face and smiled sweetly at him. "Kris Cooper, the doctor said drinking some juice would help. Could you get me a bottle?"

Kris Cooper stared into her eyes. "And then you’ll run off again, is that it?"

"Wha—How could that be?" His guess hit too close to home, and she lowered her face, flustered. "I... I just want some juice. Or, you could come with me, and we can go buy it together?"

He stared at her intently for a moment, then took her hand and guided her to an empty chair. "Sit down."

"Wait here. I’ll be right back."

He placed her bag on the chair beside her and turned towards the stairwell.

Watching his figure disappear at the top of the stairs, Vera Wave’s fingers tightened around the lab report.

Finally, she did stand up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and slipped away towards a different staircase, hurrying down.

When she neared the back door, she glanced over her shoulder. Seeing no sign of Kris Cooper, she patted her chest, sighing in relief, and turned to leave.

The moment she turned, she bumped right into someone.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to!"

She apologized and tried to step around him, but he moved to block her path.

Vera Wave looked up. Kris Cooper was frowning at her, his expression as dark as a sky before a thunderstorm.

"Still trying to run?!"

She stammered, unable to speak, "I... I..."

The man’s frown deepened, his voice icy.

"Is this game of hide-and-seek fun to you?"

Her head drooped even lower, her gaze fixed on her toes, as flustered as a schoolgirl caught misbehaving.

"I... I’m sorry."

"I don’t want to hear ’sorry’!" Kris Cooper snatched the lab report from her hand. "You’re still hiding things from me, still avoiding me! What have I done so wrong that I don’t even have the right to know I’m going to be a father?!"

"You..." Vera froze, then bit her lip. "You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s my fault. Just let me go, please?"

"No!" the man roared. After a moment, he reached out and gripped her arm. "Vera, come home with me, please?"

His voice was soft now, all anger gone.

An ache pierced her heart, and tears pricked her eyes, threatening to fall.

She wanted to go home too. She wanted to be with him. But whenever she thought of her father, guilt consumed her...

"Kris, I’m begging you, just let me go. I really don’t want to be with you anymore."

The man’s fingers, gripping her wrist, began to tremble.

"Why?!"

"I don’t love you anymore! I’m flighty, I’m fickle..."

"You’re lying!"

"You..." Vera, hurt and furious, yelled back, "Then what do you want from me?!"

"Come home with me. Marry me. Spend the rest of your life with me, just like you always said you would."

She snapped her head up. "That’s impossible now, Kris!"

"Why is it impossible?!"

"Because..." She wrenched her arm free. "It just is! It’s simply impossible!"

She wanted to be with him too, to spend her whole life with him, but she couldn’t bear it. She really couldn’t. Every time she saw him, she would remember her father, remember him lying on the ground, covered in blood...

Perhaps this was fate.

She and he... they were destined never to be together.

Pushing him aside, she strode quickly down the steps.

"Vera!" he yelled furiously after her. "If you walk out today, I... I’ll never look for you again!"