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.

so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet,

the burn ointment and applied it to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of her, being so careful, made her feel like she might become the woman he

longer. She even had the ridiculous thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care of him every day, was

noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was

are you crying? Did

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

at the office. You don’t have to be fully armored in front of me every

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 the

for so many years. The feeling of not getting a response from the person she loved for so long would eventually become exhausting. She

causing Nina to stiffen,

tired today. Let’s talk about it

had no choice but to drop the subject.

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

recoil, and his

her gaze. “I’m not used

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

She looked up again,

if possible, can

to the device. The words she wanted to say remained unspoken.

the roles of husband and wife…

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, she was immediately

calmness. He released her

“Hello.”

stern expression and passed her by as he exited the bedroom

could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between him and you. That was

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

in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him see. She remembered her identity very