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.

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

him crouch in front of her, being so careful, made her feel like

would make him look at her a little longer. She even had the ridiculous thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking

noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was the first

are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

emotions fluctuating too much, feeling unlike herself. “It’s not painful, it’s just my eyes are uncomfortable. Mr. York, I won’t let

bit tired of it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the office. You don’t have to be fully armored in front of me every day. At home,

seven years, Nina had lived like this. At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title of Mrs.

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 the

his arms, causing Nina to stiffen, her

“I’m tired today. Let’s talk about it

but to drop the

bed, Nina felt that he was behaving somewhat differently. His body was pressed tightly against hers, making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist,

slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in her ear, “Are you afraid

her gaze. “I’m not used to

He embraced her tightly, saying, “Then you’ll gradually get

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

if possible,

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

roles of

a second. When he picked up the phone and saw the name “Miranda” on

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

“Hello.”

bed with a stern expression and passed her

such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between him and you.

her eyes. She closed her eyes,

she would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him see. She remembered her