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

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

thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care of him

noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was the first time he

Did I hurt

unlike herself. “It’s not painful, it’s just my eyes are uncomfortable. Mr. York,

of it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the

a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title of Mrs. York, but she still did the things a secretary

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

Nina to stiffen, her head against

“I’m tired today. Let’s

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, enveloping her in the comforting scent

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

her gaze. “I’m not

He embraced her tightly, saying, “Then you’ll gradually get used to it.

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

if

the device.

roles of husband

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,

expression returned to its usual calmness. He released her and sat up, paying no heed to her words.

“Hello.”

the bed with a stern expression and passed her by as he exited the bedroom to attend to

a 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. She closed

the person in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him see. She remembered