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."

responded lightly, taking a bottle of cold relief syrup from Quincy, "I heard you're back and not feeling well because of the change in environment. Your throat's bothering you, huh? Well, this medicine should help. It's good for soothing your

that he still cared about her. She

a whiff 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

finally shifted his gaze away. "Mr. York,

to get busy, you should

not knowing what to say, she could

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 back, he still loves me." Heading towards the meeting

remained expressionless, even cold, "Miranda

last night was Miranda,

day, Nina didn't come to the company, nor did she call in sick. Usually, she was always by his side,

expression all day, never smiling. This made the employees at the company

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

house, a helper came to change 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." With the answer, Nash

He walked to the bedside and bent down to touch the

a weight on her heart. She tightly wrapped herself in the blanket, sinking into

turning cold. "Nina, if it weren't for you playing tricks, do you think I would want to touch

However, his words still stung her wounded heart.