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.

up with tears. After holding on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet, she remained soberly

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

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

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

you crying? Did I

it’s just my eyes are

heard her 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

lived like this. At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home,

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

arms, causing Nina to stiffen, her head against his

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

had no choice but to drop the subject.

warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her

against her abdomen, causing her body to slightly recoil, and his warm

her gaze. “I’m not

Nash became more proactive. He embraced her tightly, saying, “Then you’ll gradually get used to

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

if possible, can we—”

phone rang, diverting his attention to the device. The words she wanted to

the roles of husband and wife…

thought lasted only a second. When he

released her and sat up, paying no

“Hello.”

observed Nash, who got up from the bed with a stern expression and passed her by as he exited the bedroom to attend to

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 when they got married three years

eyes. She closed her eyes, refusing to shed tears for him

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