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.

many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet, she

front of her, being so careful, made her feel like she might become the woman he cherished.

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

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

you crying? Did I hurt you?”

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

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, you

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

so many years. The feeling of not getting a response from the person she loved for so

stiffen, her head against his shoulder, unable to

brows. “I’m tired today. Let’s

choice but to

differently. His body was pressed tightly against hers, making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around

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

“I’m not

you’ll gradually get used to

slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning point

“Nash… if possible,

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

assume the roles of

could stop appearing in his sight as a secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he

usual calmness. He released her and sat up, paying no

“Hello.”

Nash, who got up from the bed with a stern expression and passed her

heart belongs to Miranda;

bitter, with warmth gathering in her eyes. She closed her eyes, refusing

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