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?”

injured hand? Was

head, “It’s not hurting

Nash 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 should help.

Miranda’s mood improved instantly. He had been keeping tabs on her, even knowing that her throat wasn’t feeling well recently, indicating that he still cared

spoon, smiling brightly, “Nash,

the smell of medicine, but if it was given by Nash, she would endure it.

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

at Miranda, “I have to get

to say, she could only be understanding, “Okay, I’ll come see you later

Nash walked out.

disappeared completely. She was very happy and sent a text to her agent: “I bet right

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

“Miranda went

night was Miranda, and she might get pregnant. Taking birth

call in sick. Usually, she was always by his side, his right-hand

never smiling. This made

the bed, her hands still trembling, her eyes red, in a state of shock. Her injuries had not been treated in time, and

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

bedside and bent down to touch the blanket. “Don’t touch me!” Nina swatted his hand away.

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 up and pushed his hand away.

to see her reaction so intense. His face darkened, his voice turning cold. “Nina, if it

uneasy heart settled when she realized it was Nash. However, his words still stung her wounded heart. She tried to calm herself. “Mr. York, I

be in this house?”

her mind filled with the cutting words of Sally. It seemed like Miranda was more suited for Nash. Now that she was back, they could continue where they

the unnecessary one. “Has Miranda delivered