CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Nina seems to be in a bad mood today. She didn't want to come to deliver the documents, so I had to come instead," Miranda placed her scalded hand in front of him. "Nash, don't blame Nina. I don't think she did it on purpose. I hope it didn't delay you."

It was the first time Nina had done something like this with the company's documents in someone else's hands. Nash's expression was grim, but he restrained himself in front of Miranda. He just adjusted his tie and replied calmly, "It's okay." Changing the subject, he added, "Since you're here, stay for a while."

Hearing him say this, Miranda felt a sense of relief. At least he accepted her and didn't dislike her. "Aren't you supposed to have a meeting? Will I disturb you?" Nash made a call, "The meeting is postponed for half an hour."

Miranda smiled faintly. Before coming, she had wondered if her departure without notice would make him resentful. It didn't seem as bad as she had imagined. Lost time could be made up for.

Sitting on the sofa, Miranda was both hopeful and hesitant. She wanted to explain, "Nash, I have a lot to say to you. I know I was wrong to leave without telling you, but I'm back now..." "I need to deal with some work first," Nash interrupted her.

Miranda swallowed her words again, seeing that he seemed busy. She could only say, "Then I'll wait until you're done." Miranda didn't dare to disturb him, yet she didn't know how long she had to wait before they could have a face-to-face conversation.

She couldn't quite gauge his mood. It wasn't until Quincy walked in from outside that Nash stopped his work.

He approached, and Miranda called out with a smile, "Nash, I..."

"Is your hand still hurting?"

Did he notice her injured hand? Was he concerned about her?

Miranda quickly shook her head, "It's not hurting anymore."

taking a bottle of cold relief syrup from Quincy, "I heard you're back and not feeling well because of the change

Miranda's mood improved instantly. He had been keeping tabs on her, even knowing that her throat wasn't feeling well recently, indicating that he still cared about her. She quickly opened the bottle of medicine and measured the correct dosage with a spoon, smiling brightly, "Nash, you're still

got close, she caught a whiff of an unpleasant smell. She didn't like the smell of medicine, but if it was given by

one gulp, Nash finally shifted his gaze away. "Mr. York, the meeting is about to start," Quincy reminded from the

Miranda, "I have to get busy, you should

say, she could only be understanding, "Okay, I'll

Nash walked out.

reluctant to part with him until he disappeared completely. She was very happy and sent a text to her agent: "I bet right this time coming

expressionless, even cold, "Miranda went to

last night was Miranda, and she might

was always by his side, his right-hand woman, never missing a beat. Lately, she had become increasingly willful, not showing up, not even bothering to

anger inside. He wore a stern expression all day, never smiling. This made the employees at the company nervous and afraid of

a state of shock. Her injuries had not been treated in time, and blisters had formed on her hands. Compared to the scars on her heart,

Nash's shoes. His face was gloomy as he asked, "Where's Nina?" "Upstairs," the helper replied, "She hasn't come out since she returned from outside."

bent down to touch the blanket. "Don't touch me!" Nina

Each footstep was like a weight on her heart. She tightly wrapped herself in the blanket, sinking into endless

her reaction so intense. His face darkened, his voice turning cold. "Nina, if it weren't for you

realized it was Nash. However, his words still stung her wounded heart. She tried to calm herself. "Mr. York,