CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"What's wrong?" Yvonne, noticing her sudden withdrawal, stopped the playful banter and asked instinctively.

As she stood up, her gaze met Nash's looming figure, and she too felt a pang of panic.

Why was Nash suddenly here?

No one was more nervous than Nina herself. She had barely been catching up with Yvonne for a while, and now Nash appeared out of nowhere.

Instinctively, she tidied her appearance to disguise her unease.

Nash, still visibly displeased, approached with a stern, icy demeanor. Observing their apparent discomfort, he inquired sharply, "What's so amusing? You seem unusually happy."

His penetrating gaze scanned the table, taking note of the tea, snacks, and an inconspicuous package that did not belong.

Nina hurriedly removed the books and package, placing them behind her. "Nothing, just chatting with Yvonne, having some fun," she replied quickly, attempting to deflect his attention.

yeah," Yvonne chimed in, trying to help Nina navigate the awkward situation. She joked, "Wow, Mr. York, you're quite the clingy type. Nina's barely been out here for a minute, and here you are. If others knew you were this clingy to your wife,

silence in the room became palpable,

"Miss Yvonne, you usually can't stand the sight of me. Yet

their communication made Nash feel

of guilt, fearing she might be discovered, so she attempted to smooth things over. However, this

Yvonne began, wanting to

Mr. York," Yvonne stood up, smiling at Nash. "I'm transitioning now. I used to be all about my art, earning just a reputation without much money. But now, I'm investing in business. Who knows, I

to shake hands with Nash. However, Nash's gaze remained fixed on Nina.

Nash asked coldly,

the time,"