CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Seeing Linda's gesture, even if her marriage with Nash fell apart, this bed was still where she slept. She didn't like others touching it. As she reached out, she grabbed Linda's hand. "Do you know which one it is?"

Linda paused, deeming the question trivial. "It's just a sweater; I can handle it."

If Nina could handle it, so could she. Nina maintained a stoic expression. "If you wish to occupy this position, it depends on whether you're capable." She glanced at the sizable bed. "Nash has very specific preferences. Even with something as simple as a sweater, he will specify whether it should be white or black. If he doesn't like it... it will be disastrous."

"Don't try to intimidate me!" Linda didn't believe her. Last time Nina warned her, it was simply to deter her. "It's cold now, and Nash only wants warm clothing. There wouldn't be so many demands." Linda proceeded to open the wardrobe directly. The clothes inside were neatly organized, easily visible. She promptly selected a thick sweater and a coat. "I'll take these to him."

She desired to be in Nash's presence. Despite Sally's advice to focus on her pregnancy and not concern herself with Nash's care, Linda wanted to be closer to him. Only through companionship could true feelings develop.

relationship with Nash. She saw herself as young,

considered letting her go without following. However, when she thought about Nash's personality and his particular preferences, she changed her mind. Nina opened the closet and noticed a row of winter clothes. She took the white checkered sweater and placed it in her bag. Checking the weather on her phone, she saw that it was rapidly becoming colder. Worried that Nash might suddenly require some work-related attire, she also grabbed two thick clothing items and a suit. Linda left first, while

let you in? Take this trash and get out!" This was followed by

were red with fear, anxious not to further provoke him, so she hastily fled. Shortly after, the clothes she had brought were tossed out like garbage. Pale-faced and shaken, she noticed Nina standing behind her. "You..." Linda accused Nina, her tone filled with blame, "Nash didn't actually want the sweater. You're intentionally trying to make him dislike me,

logic and had no desire to engage with her. Reluctant to accept defeat, Linda persisted, "Nina, you only married him because you've been by his side for so