CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1838

Instead of heading out to eat, Wilfred decided to head home. It was the weekend, and with Mrs. Santos off-duty, they could cook for themselves. The fridge had just enough ingredients left for a proper meal. Karina pulled out an unopened carton of cream and called toward the living room, "Do you like cream of mushroom soup?"

A response came from Wilfred, and with his approval, she got to work preparing the ingredients.

The dishes she planned weren't particularly complicated, so in no time, the table was filled with food. After all the bustling in the kitchen, Karina almost forgot the reason she had come in the first place. But seeing Wilfred pick up his utensils brought her back to her thoughts.

"I wanted to ask you about your sleepwalking last night. Mrs. Santos said it happens often," she said, her tone filled with concern.

Karina had known Wilfred for quite a while now, and their relationship was fairly close. Yet she had never heard about his sleepwalking, not from him nor anyone else. That could only mean one thing he had deliberately kept it a secret.

And judging by what Mrs. Santos said, this wasn't a recent development. It had been going on for a long time.

Worry crept into her voice as she continued, "Sleepwalking isn't something to ignore. You can't just pretend it's not a problem..."

her calmly, "I called you here to talk about

Holding everything inside felt suffocating, and she was afraid she would get indigestion if she

left no room for argument. After a moment of hesitation, she

stifling. The air was thick with suppressed tension, a forced calm

a little before giving up entirely. Glancing across the table, she noticed Wilfred was already wiping his mouth. He hadn't eaten much either, clearly affected by the same unease. The moment she set her spoon down, she spoke.

"I understand that you might have things you don't want to talk about. But we've known each other for so long. I

trust each other

comes to you, do you keep things hidden? I'm not a child. I can handle it. You don't have to keep things

silent for a

knew she

countless times. He had imagined her expressions, her words, her reactions-all of it.

as a test subject," Wilfred said quietly. "You could think of it

words left his lips, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a burden he had

turned out that confessing wasn't