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.

seemed like there was finally a bit of

to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of

little longer. She even had the ridiculous thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care of him every day, was not as effective as getting a minor injury to attract his attention. This little injury was worth

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

crying? Did I

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

a bit tired of it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the office. You don’t have

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

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

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

today. Let’s talk about

choice but

tightly against hers, making her feel his warm temperature. His

her body to slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in her ear, “Are

gaze. “I’m not used to it.”

you’ll gradually get used

her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there

began, “Nash… if possible, can we—”

his attention to the device. The words

assume the roles of husband and wife…

he picked up the phone and saw the name “Miranda” on the screen, she was immediately brought

returned to its usual calmness. He released her and sat up,

“Hello.”

and passed

at her lips. Nina, oh Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda;

her head, feeling inexplicably bitter, with warmth gathering in her eyes. She closed her eyes, refusing to shed

in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him,