CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1816

If Harley had never seen Karina's genuine smile, perhaps he wouldn't have noticed. But he had seen how she smiled at Wilfred, so radiant and pure it could light up a room. In contrast, her cold indifference toward him was painfully stark. Sliding the key into the ignition, Harley glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Can't you at least crack a smile? All this frowning-it's hard to look at."

Karina didn't even bother turning her head. "I'm a doctor, not here to provide entertainment. If you're that desperate for a smile, hit up a bar tonight. You can pay someone to grin at you all you want."

Harley froze, his expression darkening ever so slightly. For a moment, he was genuinely at a loss for words. Apart from Wilfred, no one else had ever managed to leave him speechless quite like this.

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Karina remained oblivious or perhaps indifferent to the fact that she had joined Wilfred in Harley's mental list of thoroughly disliked people. And even if she knew, it wouldn't have fazed her. Mutual disdain wasn't something to lose sleep over.

The association's headquarters was just as lavish as Karina had imagined. The building exuded exclusivity, its sleek marble floors glinting like polished obsidian. It was the kind of place where every detail screamed wealth and prestige.

At the reception desk, a poised woman dressed in sharp business attire greeted them with a practiced smile after inspecting Harley's identification card. "Welcome back, Dr. Carter."

slightly. Seeing Harley linger for

as esteemed as Professor Zeller. Karina didn't care. She had

but didn't seem offended. If anything, he looked

Karina's pointed glare, he relented with a shrug, abandoning the small

itself was a testament to excess, with reflective panels that

Surrounded by her distorted

vel

Karina felt uncomfortably exposed.

urge to

the walls seemed

arrival, Karina practically bolted out. Behind her, Harley's

*

Karina

appointed room. Sitting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man in a tailored suit his silver hair immaculately combed. He leaned on a cane, exuding an air of authority