CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

The assistant locked eyes with Quincy's silent but clearly angry gaze, and for a moment, he felt completely stuck. Without saying another word, he quickly took the box and left the way he had come. Lydia glanced at Quincy, a bit hesitant. "Are you upset?"

"No." Quincy paused, noticing the concern in her eyes, and added, "You don't need to tiptoe around me. If you have something to say, just say it. I won't be mad."

Still, he didn't offer any explanation for what had just happened. After the auction, Lydia noticed him glance back over his shoulder, but she couldn't tell if he was looking at Eugene or not. Something about the tension between the two men made her feel like there was more going on than she understood.

As the yacht had set sail at the start of the auction, all the guests were expected to spend the night on board. The organizers had thoughtfully arranged private rooms for everyone. Lydia and Quincy were assigned rooms as well-two separate ones, with a significant distance between them.

Lydia took it in stride, but Quincy didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone. He cautioned her not to open the door for anyone and advised her to stay in her room until morning. He even went on about the safety measures, making sure she understood everything. As they walked down the hall, Lydia suddenly stopped and gave him a pointed look. "If you're so worried, why don't you just stay in my room? We're married, aren't we? It's not like it matters at this point."

Quincy cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up to his ears. "That's... not a good idea."

"Why not?"

be able to control myself," he muttered, avoiding her eyes. "It's just... you're in a

had gotten pregnant, Quincy had been overly cautious,

did, her face turned bright red. "I can't believe you just said that! You idiot!

by someone who had dropped a tray of

deck. The night air was cool, the breeze carrying the salty scent of the sea as it brushed her face.

flushed, finally calming down a bit. But as she looked around, she realized she didn't know where she

empty private rooms scattered along the corridor. As she turned to retrace her steps, she bumped into a waiter. They exchanged a brief glance, and before she could say anything, the man pulled out a small spray bottle and lightly

caught her before she could fall. Wiping the he nervous sweat from his brows by dragged her into

the waiter sought out

him a card. "There's no password. The