CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1250

Lydia cradled the cup in her hands. The temperature was perfect, not too hot. It was clear that Quincy had clearly checked beforehand.

She glanced over at him and saw him peeling roasted chestnuts for her, and her heart instantly felt warm.

Lydia was sensitive to both heat and cold, and many people, including her own parents, had called her spoiled. But Quincy never complained. He always took care of her, quietly and willingly, without a word of protest. From the kitchen came the sounds of clattering pots and the rich aroma of stir-fried vegetables. Meanwhile, Lydia and Quincy exchanged light conversation in the living room.

The smile on Lydia's face revealed that it wasn't so much a conversation as it was Quincy trying to make her laugh and lift her spirits.

Watching from the kitchen, Mrs. Perez narrowed her eyes. The more she looked at Lydia, the more displeased she became.

"Look at him, fussing over her like that. I can hardly believe that's our son," she muttered, casting Lydia a quick, judgmental glance, careful not to be caught. "I don't know what kind of spell she's cast on him." "You're the one who invited her over," Mr. Perez replied, not looking to stir the pot.

why I did!" Mrs. Perez snapped. "It's because of all those horrible

it was often best just to nod along. Arguments never led anywhere, and it was easier to let

Mrs. Perez's anger simmered but didn't fade. "No. I can't let this continue. Even if they're married, I'll find a way to make them separate. A woman with a reputation like hers doesn't deserve to be with our son." Dinner was finally served,

help but ask, "Quincy, why are you

Lydia's plate. "This is how we sit at home, so I can give her food," he

were the most normal thing in

world.

Lydia, sensing the awkwardness,

Quincy didn't listen, continuing to serve her. After a few more

gaze on Lydia. "Lydia, is it? There's something I think we need

had since she arrived was now a