CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1283

Chapter 1283

Quincy coldly pushed her away, and Tiffany fell back onto the bed with a muffled groan. If he hadn't held back a bit, she might have ended up on the floor instead of the bed. "I told you already, I'm not interested in any other woman," Quincy said, his voice icy as he left the words hanging in the air.

He walked toward the door and gripped the handle. His brows furrowed as he turned it, again and again, but the door wouldn't budge. It seemed to be locked from the outside. Behind him, he heard soft sobs. He turned back and, seeing that Tiffany might also be a victim in all of this, his expression softened slightly. "You can take a cold shower if it helps." Tiffany looked up with teary, red eyes. "I don't have any clothes to change into."

Quincy paused, sighed internally, and said, "...Then never mind."

There wasn't anything he could offer her to wear, and giving her his own clothes would be inappropriate.

Meanwhile, Lydia was outside the building, having climbed several flights of stairs to reach Quincy's apartment. Her hand hovered over the doorbell, hesitating for what felt like an eternity before she finally pressed it.

Moments later, Mrs. Perez answered the door. Like the last time, the moment she saw Lydia, her first reaction was to close the door.

But this time, something flickered in her eyes, and she stopped. A strange smile curled on her lips, and she opened the door wider.

just the right time, Miss Lydia.

found Mrs. Perez's sudden change of attitude odd. She had clearly been ready to shut her out again just moments before. What could have caused her to

what the old women outside had been gossiping about? Was Quincy inside with

Crossing the threshold, Lydia

herself for the worst. She braced for the possibility of walking

en

living room surprisingly empty. Only Mr. Perez was

not here after all? Her heart,

thoughts like a knife. "Looking for Quincy? Too bad! He's

take," Mrs. Perez added with a casual, almost

had left little to the imagination. A man and a woman alone upstairs for who knows how long. What else could she be implying? "Mrs. Perez, I'm not sure I understand what

smart woman,

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mean," Mrs. Perez said, her tone sharp. "I've never thought you were right for Quincy and now that the baby gone, he has better options. Isn't

Without a second thought, she bolted