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."

well because of the change in environment. Your throat's bothering you, huh? Well, this

he still cared about her.

of an unpleasant smell. She didn't like the smell of medicine, but if it was given by Nash, she would endure it. Despite the bitterness and the choking sensation in

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

at Miranda, "I have to get

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

Nash walked out.

with him until he disappeared completely. She was very happy and sent a text to her agent: "I bet right this time coming back, he still loves me." Heading towards the meeting room, Quincy asked

remained expressionless, even cold, "Miranda went

from last night was Miranda, and she might

his side, his right-hand woman, never missing a

anger inside. He wore a stern expression all day, never smiling. This

been let out. In the bedroom, Nina lay on the bed, her hands still trembling, her eyes red, in a state of

asked, "Where's Nina?" "Upstairs," the helper replied, "She hasn't come out since she returned from outside." With the answer, Nash went upstairs.

behavior puzzled Nash. He walked to the bedside and bent down to touch the blanket. "Don't touch me!" Nina swatted

at the door a long time ago, thinking she was going to be dragged back into the dark room. Each footstep was like a weight on her

reaction so intense. His face darkened, his voice turning cold. "Nina, if it weren't for you playing tricks, do you think I would want to touch

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