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.

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, they'd be

only Yvonne laughing, the silence in the room

Nina's movements, engaging her in conversation. "Miss

made Nash feel like

fearing she might be discovered, so she attempted to smooth things over. However, this only exposed

Yvonne began, wanting to

her. "Yeah, 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 might need Mr. York's

to shake hands with Nash. However, Nash's gaze

clenched hand, Nash asked coldly, "When did

to pass the time,"