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.

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,"

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

had learned it was often best just to

a reputation like hers doesn't deserve to be with our son." Dinner was finally served,

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

"This is how we sit at home, so I can give her food," he

Lydia, sensing the awkwardness, gently tried to stop Quincy. "It's okay,

After a few more servings, Mrs. Perez finally

clatter, fixing her cold gaze on Lydia. "Lydia, is