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..."

calmly, "I called you here to talk about that

Holding everything inside felt suffocating, and she was afraid she would get indigestion if she tried to eat with so much on her

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

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

eat a little before giving up entirely. Glancing across the table, she noticed Wilfred was already wiping his mouth. He hadn't eaten

looked at her, and seeing no resistance in his expression, Karina took a deep breath and said, "I understand that you might have things you don't want to talk about. But we've known each other for

each

things hidden? I'm not a child. I can handle it.

stayed silent for

anticipated this. From the moment she left yesterday, he knew

out in his mind countless times. He had imagined her expressions, her words, her reactions-all of it. Finally, he spoke, his voice

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

he felt a weight lift from his shoulders,

out that confessing wasn't as difficult as he had