CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1830

Without sparing the man another glance, Karina let out a breath of relief as the police quickly left, bringing an end to the chaotic ordeal. Just as she thought she could relax, Yvette appeared nearby, making exaggerated winks and smirks, her face practically screaming curiosity. "Do you have a twitch or something?" Karina asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yvette rolled her eyes. "Twitch? Who taught you how to talk? And no, that's not the point! Spill it-what's going on with you and the director?" Karina blinked, confused. "What do you mean by what's going on?"

Yvette's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious? Just now! You two were like all hugged up together! Do you think we're blind? We all saw it. If you say there's nothing going on, even a ghost wouldn't believe you! "I'm telling you, honesty is your best option. Spill the truth now, and our friendship might survive this," Yvette teased with mock seriousness.

Karina's brain blanked out. Her face flushed bright red within seconds, the tips of her ears burning.

The situation earlier had been so chaotic that she hadn't even realized that she and Wilfred had hugged in front of everyone.

Seeing the gleam of gossip in Yvette's eyes, Karina wanted to disappear into the floor.

Left with no choice, she tried to explain, but there wasn't much to confess. Her relationship with Wilfred was exactly as it appeared-professional, albeit a little more complicated. Yvette looked a bit let down after hearing her explanation. She clicked her tongue, shrugging. "Fine, I guess. I thought there'd be something juicier.

way, you might want to check on him. I noticed the director's hand was bleeding earlier," Yvette added, her tone intentionally casual but clearly fishing for

heard that Wilfred was hurt, all her embarrassment evaporated. Her face

waiting for Yvette's reply, she

*

and nurses along the way,

office, not even thinking to knock before

was spot on. Wilfred was inside, but the

his chair, a roll of bandages in his hand, methodically wrapping them around his injured palm. The room was dim, lit only by the fading light of the sunset streaming through the window

about the way he sat there, alone in the

him seem impossibly ove

took the bandage from his hand. Carefully,

can you not even know how to

you do it. Let me

seemed to drift through