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.

for so many years, it seemed like

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

seven years, diligently taking care of him every day, was not as effective as getting a minor injury to

rolled down her cheek, landing perfectly on the back of Nash’s hand. He raised his gaze, noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was the first

are you crying? Did

feeling unlike herself. “It’s not painful, 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.

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

she loved for so long would eventually become exhausting. She paused and

to stiffen, her head against his shoulder, unable to say

furrowed his brows. “I’m tired today.

no choice but to drop the subject.

hers, making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in

slightly recoil, and

gaze. “I’m not

“Then you’ll gradually get used to it. One day, you’ll

looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning point in their marriage. She also longed to change her identity.

if

attention to the device. The words she wanted to say

roles of

secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up

calmness. 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

sank, and a hint of mockery tugged 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

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

ever since she found out about the person in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but