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.

for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet, she remained soberly aware—he didn’t love

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

thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care of him every day, was not as effective

on the back of Nash’s hand. He raised his gaze, noticing

are you crying? Did I hurt

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

words countless times, Nash was a 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

At

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

Nina to stiffen, her head against his shoulder, unable

tired today. Let’s talk about

but to drop the subject.

making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her

recoil, and his

gaze. “I’m not

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

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

began, “Nash… if possible, can we—”

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

assume the roles of husband and

could stop appearing in his sight as a secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the phone and saw

her and sat up,

“Hello.”

up from the bed with a stern expression and passed her by as he exited the bedroom to attend to Miranda’s

Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between him and you. That was what he said when they got married

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

didn’t know that ever since she found out about the person in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but she