CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

This caught Nina off guard. No matter how many injuries or illnesses she had endured before, he hadn't shown this level of concern before. When he was preoccupied with work, he might even overlook her feelings.

Now that she didn't require his company, he was actively seeking ways to accompany her, leaving her feeling somewhat puzzled.

When Nash noticed others wanting to enter the elevator, he said, "Go ahead, we can talk later." They lingered near the elevator for quite some time. At last Nina stepped into the elevator again, with him. Her hand was in her pocket, tightly clutching that slip of paper, feeling slightly warm. It just had to be today of all days to run into him.

Nash stood in the elevator, gazing ahead, yet mindful of Nina's emotions. He inquired, "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Nina remained silent, caught up in anxiety, plotting how to slip away from his presence. Noticing her lack of response, he diverted his gaze, only to see Nina furrowing her brows, her expression serious, as if burdened with thoughts.

"Nina."

surprise. Meeting his probing gaze, her heart quickened, and she hastily responded, "Mr. York, do you need anything from me?" She adopted the respectful tone of the workplace, slipping into it effortlessly. However, Nash

not giving you orders!" Nash's demeanor turned stern, his tone becoming a

use the excuse of an upset stomach either. After all, she

Nash didn't want to inquire

at the eighteenth floor, Nina followed his steps into the liver department. With a glance, she noticed only one room filled with flower baskets at the

bed was nearly eighty, with snowy white hair and a slightly weakened body after surgery. But the moment he saw Nash, a smile spread across his face. "Nash, you're here. Your busy schedule shouldn't have you visiting me. I'm halfway to the grave;

my grandfather

we weren't on the same path anymore, but he always