CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Lydia cradled the cup in her hands. The temperature was perfect, not too hot. It was clear that Quincy had clearly checked beforehand.

She glanced over at him and saw him peeling roasted chestnuts for her, and her heart instantly felt warm.

Lydia was sensitive to both heat and cold, and many people, including her own parents, had called her spoiled. But Quincy never complained. He always took care of her, quietly and willingly, without a word of protest. From the kitchen came the sounds of clattering pots and the rich aroma of stir-fried vegetables. Meanwhile, Lydia and Quincy exchanged light conversation in the living room.

The smile on Lydia's face revealed that it wasn't so much a conversation as it was Quincy trying to make her laugh and lift her spirits.

Watching from the kitchen, Mrs. Perez narrowed her eyes. The more she looked at Lydia, the more displeased she became.

be caught. "I don't know what kind of spell she's cast on him." "You're the one who

why I did!" Mrs. Perez snapped. "It's because of all those horrible things being said

a noncommittal nod. After years of marriage, he had learned it was often best just to nod along. Arguments never led anywhere, and it was

married, I'll find a way to make them separate. A woman with a reputation like hers doesn't deserve to be with our son." Dinner was finally served, and everyone sat down. Quincy chose a seat

couldn't help but ask, "Quincy, why are you sitting so close?

plate. "This is how we sit at home, so I can

table was palpable. Lydia, sensing the awkwardness, gently

serve her. After a few more

gaze on Lydia. "Lydia, is it? There's something