CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Nina stopped in her tracks, her demeanor devoid of the harmony that would typically exist between them as spouses, instead exuding an air of detachment more akin to that of superior and subordinate: “Mr. York, do you have any further instructions?”

Nash turned his head, gazing at Nina’s somewhat distant expression, his tone carrying a commanding undertone. “Sit down.”

Nina suddenly couldn’t fathom what he intended to do next.

Nash approached.

As he drew nearer, Nina watched, sensing a difference in the air, making it feel thin, tense, and peculiar.

She remained still, but Nash took the initiative to grasp her hand.

The warmth of his palm against hers felt like a burn, and she instinctively tried to pull away. However, Nash held her firmly, not giving her the chance to withdraw, pulling her aside instead, his brows furrowed as he asked, “You’ve injured your hand. Didn’t you notice?”

His concern caught Nina off guard. “I… I’m fine,” she stammered.

“Your hand has blistered,” Nash remarked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She lowered her gaze to their clasped hands, which were now being examined by him. Over the many years they had known each other, there had been countless times when she wanted to hold his hand, seeking warmth and guidance. But she never had the chance. Just when she was ready to give up, he would offer her a trace of warmth again.

“It’s just a minor issue. I think it’ll be fine in a couple of days,” Nina replied.

“I’ll have someone bring over some burn ointment,” Nash stated.

welling up with tears. After holding on for so many years, it seemed like there

and applied it to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of her, being so careful, made her feel

her a little longer. She even had the ridiculous thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care of

the back of Nash’s hand. He raised his gaze, noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was the

Did I hurt

“It’s not painful, it’s

countless times, Nash was a bit tired of it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the office. You

this. At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title of Mrs. York, but

a response from the person she loved for so long would eventually become exhausting. She paused and finally spoke up, “Nash,

his arms, causing Nina to stiffen, her head against his shoulder, unable

his brows. “I’m tired today. Let’s talk about

no choice but

warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in

abdomen, causing her body to slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in her ear, “Are you afraid of

her gaze. “I’m

proactive. He embraced her tightly, saying, “Then you’ll gradually get used to it. One day, you’ll be accustomed to it.”

the warmth enveloping her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning point in their marriage. She also longed to change her identity.

if possible, can

his attention to the device. The words she wanted to say remained

assume the roles of husband and

his sight as a secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the phone and saw the name “Miranda” on the screen, she was immediately brought back to

He released her and sat up, paying no heed to her words.

“Hello.”

from the bed with a stern expression and passed her by as

lips. Nina, oh Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between him and you. That was

eyes. She closed her eyes, refusing to shed tears for

out about the person in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him see. She remembered her identity very well; she