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.

on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a

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

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 care of

tear rolled down her cheek, landing perfectly on the back of Nash’s hand. He raised his gaze, noticing

are you crying? Did I hurt

“It’s not painful, it’s just my eyes are

polite 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 of me every day. At home, you can call me by

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

the one she had admired for 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,

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

furrowed his brows. “I’m tired today. Let’s talk about it

had no choice but to

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 of pine, giving her

recoil, and

her gaze. “I’m not used

her tightly, saying, “Then you’ll gradually get used

feeling the warmth enveloping her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again,

began, “Nash… if possible,

the device. The words she

roles of husband

as a secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the phone and saw the name

her and

“Hello.”

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

at her lips. Nina, oh 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

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

secretly for him, but she never let him see. She remembered her identity very