CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Quincy coldly pushed her away, and Tiffany fell back onto the bed with a muffled groan. If he hadn't held back a bit, she might have ended up on the floor instead of the bed. "I told you already, I'm not interested in any other woman," Quincy said, his voice icy as he left the words hanging in the air.

He walked toward the door and gripped the handle. His brows furrowed as he turned it, again and again, but the door wouldn't budge. It seemed to be locked from the outside. Behind him, he heard soft sobs. He turned back and, seeing that Tiffany might also be a victim in all of this, his expression softened slightly. "You can take a cold shower if it helps." Tiffany looked up with teary, red eyes. "I don't have any clothes to change into."

Quincy paused, sighed internally, and said, "...Then never mind."

There wasn't anything he could offer her to wear, and giving her his own clothes would be inappropriate.

Meanwhile, Lydia was outside the building, having climbed several flights of stairs to reach Quincy's apartment. Her hand hovered over the doorbell, hesitating for what felt like an eternity before she finally pressed it.

Moments later, Mrs. Perez answered the door. Like the last time, the moment she saw Lydia, her first reaction was to close the door.

this time, something flickered in her eyes, and she stopped. A

the right time,

Mrs. Perez's sudden change of attitude odd. She had clearly been ready to shut her out again just moments

the old women outside had been gossiping

braced for the possibility of walking in on Quincy and another woman, wrapped up

inside, she found the living room surprisingly empty. Only Mr.

been wrong? Was Quincy not here after all?

voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. "Looking for Quincy? Too bad! He's upstairs

added with a casual,

who knows how long. What else could