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."

and not feeling well because of the change in environment. Your

at the bottle of cold relief syrup, 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,

unpleasant smell. She didn't like the smell of medicine, but if it was given by Nash, she would endure it. Despite the

his gaze away. "Mr. York, the meeting

Miranda, "I have to get

she could only be

Nash walked out.

"I bet right this time coming back, he still loves me." Heading towards the meeting room, Quincy asked

remained expressionless, even cold, "Miranda went to

understood now. He was afraid that the woman from last night was Miranda, and

didn't come to the company, nor did she call in sick. Usually, she 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 call

a stern expression all day, never smiling. This made the employees at the company nervous and afraid of making

red, in a state

gloomy as he asked, "Where's Nina?" "Upstairs," the helper replied, "She hasn't come out since she returned from outside." With the answer, Nash went upstairs. Opening the bedroom door, all he saw was the raised lump on the

the bedside and bent down to touch the blanket. "Don't

heard movement 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 heart. She tightly wrapped

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

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