CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

“Nina seems to be in a bad mood today. She didn’t want to come to deliver the documents, so I had to come instead,” Miranda placed her scalded hand in front of him. “Nash, don’t blame Nina. I don’t think she did it on purpose. I hope it didn’t delay you.”

It was the first time Nina had done something like this with the company’s documents in someone else’s hands. Nash’s expression was grim, but he restrained himself in front of Miranda. He just adjusted his tie and replied calmly, “It’s okay.” Changing the subject, he added, “Since you’re here, stay for a while.”

Hearing him say this, Miranda felt a sense of relief. At least he accepted her and didn’t dislike her. “Aren’t you supposed to have a meeting? Will I disturb you?” Nash made a call, “The meeting is postponed for half an hour.”

Miranda smiled faintly. Before coming, she had wondered if her departure without notice would make him resentful. It didn’t seem as bad as she had imagined. Lost time could be made up for.

Sitting on the sofa, Miranda was both hopeful and hesitant. She wanted to explain, “Nash, I have a lot to say to you. I know I was wrong to leave without telling you, but I’m back now…”

“I need to deal with some work first,” Nash interrupted her.

Miranda swallowed her words again, seeing that he seemed busy. She could only say, “Then I’ll wait until you’re done.” Miranda didn’t dare to disturb him, yet she didn’t know how long she had to wait before they could have a face-to-face conversation.

She couldn’t quite gauge his mood. It wasn’t until Quincy walked in from outside that Nash stopped his work.

He approached, and Miranda called out with a smile, “Nash, I…”

“Is your hand still hurting?”

notice her injured hand?

head,

responded lightly, taking a bottle of cold relief syrup from Quincy, “I heard you’re back and not feeling well because of the change in environment. Your throat’s bothering you, huh? Well, this medicine

syrup, Miranda’s mood improved instantly. He had been keeping tabs on her, even knowing that her throat

dosage with a spoon, smiling brightly, “Nash,

got close, she caught a whiff of an unpleasant smell. She didn’t like the smell of medicine, but if it was given by Nash, she would endure it. Despite the bitterness and the choking sensation in

all in one gulp, Nash finally shifted his gaze away. “Mr. York, the meeting is about to start,” Quincy reminded from the side.

have to get

to say, she could only be

Nash walked out.

disappeared completely. She was very happy and sent a text to

Quincy asked behind Nash, “Mr. York, why did we add birth control pills to the bottle of

cold, “Miranda

afraid that the woman from last night was Miranda, and she might get pregnant. Taking birth control pills would be safer.

by his side, his right-hand woman, never missing a beat.

never smiling.

had already been let out. In the bedroom, Nina lay on the bed, her hands still trembling, her eyes red, in a state of shock. Her injuries had not

“Upstairs,” the helper replied, “She hasn’t come out since she returned from outside.” With the answer, Nash went upstairs. Opening the bedroom door, all he saw was

unusual behavior puzzled Nash. He walked to the bedside and bent down to touch the blanket. “Don’t touch me!” Nina swatted his

the door a long time ago, thinking she was going to be dragged back into the dark room. Each footstep was like a weight on her heart. She tightly wrapped herself in the blanket, sinking into endless panic. Until someone lifted her blanket, she sat

his voice turning cold. “Nina, if it weren’t for you playing tricks,

Nash. However, his words still stung her wounded

else would it be in this house?” Nash sneered. “Or perhaps your

for Nash. Now that she was back, they could continue where they left off, and she wouldn’t be in

feeling well today,” Nina knew she had become the unnecessary one. “Has Miranda delivered the documents? I hope it didn’t disrupt your work.”