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.

him, fussing over her like that. I can hardly believe that's our son," she muttered, casting Lydia a quick, judgmental glance, careful not to be caught. "I don't know what kind of spell she's cast on him." "You're the one who invited her over," Mr. Perez replied, not looking

because of all those

of marriage, he had learned it was often best just to nod along. Arguments

fade. "No. I can't let this continue. Even if they're 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

is how we sit at home, so I can give her

table was palpable. Lydia, sensing the awkwardness, gently tried to stop Quincy. "It's okay, I can get

Quincy didn't listen, continuing to serve her. After a few more

on Lydia. "Lydia, is it?