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.

felt her eyes welling up with tears. After holding on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of

the burn ointment and applied it to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of her, being so

even had the ridiculous thought that being by his side for seven

on the back of Nash’s hand. He raised his gaze, noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was the first time he had seen her

Did I hurt

not painful, it’s just my eyes are uncomfortable. Mr. York, I won’t let this happen

not like we’re at the office. You don’t have to be fully armored in front of me every day. At home, you can call me

past seven years, Nina had lived like this. At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title of Mrs. York, but she still did the things a secretary should do.

for so many years. The feeling of not getting a response from the person she loved for so long would eventually become exhausting. She paused and finally spoke up, “Nash, when should we go and process

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

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

no choice but to

her feel his warm temperature. His hand

against her abdomen, causing her body to slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in

her gaze. “I’m not

her tightly, saying, “Then you’ll gradually get used to it. One day,

made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning point

began, “Nash… if possible, can

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

the roles of husband and

stop appearing in 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,

He released her and sat up, paying no heed to

“Hello.”

from the bed with a stern expression and

hint of mockery tugged at her lips. Nina, oh Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no

bitter, with warmth gathering in her eyes.

cry secretly for him, but she never let