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.

at 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

all those horrible things being said about

was often best just to nod along. Arguments never

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

but ask, "Quincy, why are you sitting so close? You're blocking

we sit at home, so I can give her food," he said, as if it were the most

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

listen, continuing to serve her. After

down with a sharp clatter, fixing her cold gaze on