CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1871

The steamy heat from the hot water filled the small bathroom as Karina stared at the borrowed undergarments in her hands, a look of resignation on her face.

The size was too large, leaving them loose and ill-fitting, with straps constantly slipping off her shoulders.

After several attempts to adjust them to no avail, she sighed inwardly. No matter what, she would need to find time tomorrow to buy something that fit.

After a quick shower, she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped securely in a towel, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders. Droplets of water slid down the strands and fell onto the carpet.

She was just in the middle of drying her hair when the crisp chime of the doorbell broke the quiet, making her pause. She frowned in confusion. Who could it be at this hour? Was it Yvette needing something?

Karina slipped on her slippers and padded to the door. Peering through the peephole, she froze. Standing outside was Wilfred, his tall figure illuminated by the dim hallway light, holding what appeared to be a package. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tightened her towel, ensuring it was secure before slowly opening the door.

Her cheeks tinged with an involuntary blush as she softly asked, "Dr. Wilfred, it's so late. Is something wrong?"

flicked briefly to her flushed face before darting away. Clearing his throat, he extended the package toward her,

rush and thought you might've forgotten some essentials. I

exact size. Her face turned crimson as if she were holding a piece

fumbled for words, stammering, "That's... that's very thoughtful of you, but

Wilfred frowned slightly, his

expression tinged with frustration.

a backup. If you can't get out tomorrow, at least you won't have to make do

the package into her hands, leaving no room

fabric under her

heart pounding as she avoided his piercing gaze. "Thank you... you should rest now

before nodding. "You too. Sleep early-we've got a

down at the items in her hands, her emotions a tangle of gratitude, embarrassment, and something deeper

as though the threads of an unspoken connection between them were weaving tighter, wrapping her in a mix of

dried her hair and crawled into bed. Yet, despite her exhaustion, sleep