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.

in, trying to help Nina navigate the awkward situation. She joked, "Wow, Mr. York, you're quite the clingy type. Nina's

only Yvonne laughing, the silence in the room

narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as he followed Nina's movements, engaging her in conversation. "Miss Yvonne,

in their communication made Nash feel like something was

felt a pang of guilt, fearing she might be discovered, so she

began, wanting to

now. In the future, she might have dealings with you. It's better to have one more friend than to offend someone," Nina interjected, trying to cover for 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 help in the

extended her hand, intending to shake hands with Nash. However, Nash's gaze remained fixed on Nina. Seeing this, Yvonne withdrew

Nina's tightly clenched hand, Nash asked

the time," Nina replied