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.

her eyes welling up with tears. After holding on for so many years, it seemed

front of her, being

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 him every day, was not as effective as getting a minor injury to attract his attention. This little injury was

gaze, noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was the first

crying? Did I

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

the

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

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, “Nash, when should we go and

stiffen, her

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

choice but to drop the

against hers, making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around

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

gaze. “I’m not used to it.”

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

the warmth enveloping her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning point in their marriage. She also longed to change

began, “Nash… if possible,

the device.

the roles of husband

a second. When he picked up the phone and

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

“Hello.”

who got up from the bed with a stern expression and passed her by as he

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

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

heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him