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.

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

in front of her,

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 worth it.

gaze, noticing

Did

it’s

bit tired of it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the office. You don’t have to be fully

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

looked at his face, 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

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

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

choice but to drop

feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in the comforting scent of pine, giving her

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

gaze. “I’m not

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

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

if possible,

the device.

roles of

When he picked up the phone and saw the name “Miranda” on the screen, she was immediately brought back to

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

“Hello.”

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

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

her head, feeling inexplicably bitter, with warmth gathering in her eyes. She closed her eyes, refusing to shed tears for him anymore.

fact, he didn’t know that ever since she found out about the person in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him