CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Thank you for the ride, and for helping me out today," Yvonne said as she got out of the car in front of Nina's house.

There was no hesitation in her actions, so swift and final that it left Nigel, momentarily stunned. He was used to girls eagerly wanting to establish a connection with him, but Yvonne was different. She seemed eager to distance herself. Feeling a pang of disappointment, Nigel called out, "Aren't you going to invite me in for a moment?"

When Yvonne turned to look at him, he flashed his most charming smile. "I'm suddenly really thirsty. How about a cup of tea?"

Yvonne frowned slightly. "Sorry, I'm just a guest here too. It wouldn't be appropriate. You should head home, Mr. Gibson."

With that, Yvonne turned and quickly walked away without another word.

Watching her retreating figure, Nigel felt a wave of frustration, muttering under his breath, "I'm such an idiot." He realized too late that Yvonne wasn't like the other girls. The usual lines he used didn't work on her, and he cursed himself for not recognizing that sooner.

As the second-floor curtains parted slightly, Nigel caught a glimpse of Yvonne's figure. Her graceful silhouette stirred something in him, igniting a surge of adrenaline.

A single setback wasn't going to stop him.

and he left humming a

finally drove away, she turned to Yvonne. "You really don't have any interest

I'm leaving soon, and I don't want to form any ties with anyone here except for you. Besides, love feels too distant for me now. It's something I can't afford to hope

sadness, a heaviness settling over

closer and wrapped her arms around Yvonne, offering comfort. "No matter what happened before, believe me, things will get better. What's meant for you will come back

away with a playful scolding, "I've been trying not to think about the sad stuff, and now you go and remind me! Looks like you're sleeping with me tonight

shook her head. "No way! Nash would never agree to that. Plus, if you want to get

the security. footage. Every time someone

when she spotted the

person who showed up the next day acted cold and distant, almost as if they didn't recognize anyone.

why hadn't the first painting been displayed at the