CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 803

Nina could easily hear the implication in Chana's words. It was obvious what she was hinting at.

"So, you're cooking for Nash?" Nina asked, playing along.

Chana smiled. "Yes, Captain has been very kind to my son and me. I'm very grateful. He even got hurt saving us and said he would take us back to his country. I owe him my life, and I don't know how to repay him."

She paused before adding, "I've noticed Captain Nash is always alone. He must be single, right?"

Nina replied, "You can ask him yourself."

Chana hesitated. "I couldn't possibly ask him such a thing. I thought you might know since you seem to talk to him a lot."

"You've been around him longer than I have," Nina said directly. "Shouldn't you already know? Or are you worried I might get in the way of whatever you're planning?"

"That's not what I meant," Chana quickly backtracked. "Miss Nina, I know Captain doesn't have those feelings for you. You've misunderstood me. Have I offended you? I'm sorry..."

the situation but kept her tone firm. "If you don't have those intentions, then neither do I. If you want to learn how to cook, you should ask someone else. I'm

lowering

she smiled to herself, relieved. She had overestimated Nina. She thought Nina might be special, but it turned out she wasn't

washing clothes, cooking, managing the household. She believed these were essential skills for a woman, and

was determined to cook

crackled, Nina gazed at the stars, feeling a pang of

return home.

"Captain left his belt with me. Can you put it in his tent?" Nina asked, "Why don't you take

the river. My shift is almost over, and I don't have time to deliver it. Please help me out, I'm begging you! If Captain finds out

"Alright,

gave her a thumbs-up, and

Nash hadn't eaten dinner. They had all sweated a lot during

meal she had prepared. She had dressed up, wearing

with a masculine scent. The bed

the table. The ingredients were all from the unit. She sat there waiting, but couldn't resist tidying his clothes, folding them neatly, trying