CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Nina stopped in her tracks, her demeanor devoid of the harmony that would typically exist between them as spouses, instead exuding an air of detachment more akin to that of superior and subordinate: "Mr. York, do you have any further instructions?"

Nash turned his head, gazing at Nina's somewhat distant expression, his tone carrying a commanding undertone. "Sit down."

Nina suddenly couldn't fathom what he intended to do next.

Nash approached.

As he drew nearer, Nina watched, sensing a difference in the air, making it feel thin, tense, and peculiar.

She remained still, but Nash took the initiative to grasp her hand.

The warmth of his palm against hers felt like a burn, and she instinctively tried to pull away. However, Nash held her firmly, not giving her the chance to withdraw, pulling her aside instead, his brows furrowed as he asked, "You've injured your hand. Didn't you notice?"

His concern caught Nina off guard. "I... I'm fine," she stammered.

"Your hand has blistered," Nash remarked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She lowered her gaze to their clasped hands, which were now being examined by him. Over the many years they had known each other, there had been countless times when she wanted to hold his hand, seeking warmth and guidance. But she never had the chance. Just when she was ready to give up, he would offer her a trace of warmth again.

"It's just a minor issue. I think it'll be fine in a couple of days," Nina replied.

"I'll have someone bring over some burn ointment," Nash stated.

Nina felt her eyes welling up with tears. After holding on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet, she remained soberly aware-he didn't love her.

Nash took the burn ointment and applied it to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of her, being so careful, made her feel like she might become the woman he cherished.

thought that being by his side for seven

raised his gaze, noticing Nina's moist eyes. It was the first time

her emotions fluctuating too much, feeling unlike herself. "It's not painful, it's just my eyes are uncomfortable. Mr. York, I

we're at the office. You don't have to be fully armored in front of me every

seven years, Nina had lived like this. At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title of Mrs. York, but she still did

getting a response from the person she loved for so long would eventually become exhausting. She paused and finally spoke up, "Nash,

Nina to stiffen, her head against his

furrowed his brows. "I'm tired today. Let's talk

had no choice but to drop

making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in the comforting scent of pine, giving her

her body to slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in

lowered her gaze. "I'm not

her tightly, saying, "Then you'll gradually get used to it. One day, you'll be

warmth enveloping her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning point in their marriage. She also longed to change

began, "Nash... if possible, can we

attention to the device. The words she

they assume the roles of

stop appearing in his sight as a secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the

He released her and sat up, paying no

"Hello."

expression and passed her by as he exited the bedroom

lips. Nina, oh Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between him and you. That was what he said when they got married