CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"What's wrong?" Yvonne, noticing her sudden withdrawal, stopped the playful banter and asked instinctively.

As she stood up, her gaze met Nash's looming figure, and she too felt a pang of panic.

Why was Nash suddenly here?

No one was more nervous than Nina herself. She had barely been catching up with Yvonne for a while, and now Nash appeared out of nowhere.

Instinctively, she tidied her appearance to disguise her unease.

Nash, still visibly displeased, approached with a stern, icy demeanor. Observing their apparent discomfort, he inquired sharply, "What's so amusing? You seem unusually happy."

His penetrating gaze scanned the table, taking note of the tea, snacks, and an inconspicuous package that did not belong.

Nina hurriedly removed the books and package, placing them behind her. "Nothing, just chatting with Yvonne, having some fun," she replied quickly, attempting to deflect his attention.

"Yeah, yeah," Yvonne chimed in, trying to help Nina navigate the awkward situation. She joked, "Wow, Mr. York, you're quite the clingy type. Nina's barely been out here for a minute, and here you are. If others knew you were this clingy to your wife, they'd be shocked."

the room became palpable, leaving Yvonne feeling increasingly

followed Nina's movements, engaging her in conversation. "Miss Yvonne, you usually can't stand the sight of me. Yet today, you're surprisingly

made

she might be discovered, so she attempted to smooth things

began, wanting

you. It's better to have one more friend than to offend someone," Nina interjected, trying to cover

Yvonne stood up, smiling at Nash. "I'm transitioning now. I used to be all about my art, earning just a reputation without much money. But now, I'm investing in business. Who knows,

However, Nash's gaze remained

asked

to pass the time," Nina replied

did you put them away? Why bring them here instead of having them delivered to your house? Are you and Yvonne planning to

are books Yvonne bought. She came today not just to hang

furrowed his brows, his expression stern, and he reached out

clenched tightly, refusing to give

Mr. York, you shouldn't pry into a girl's