CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Without sparing the man another glance, Karina let out a breath of relief as the police quickly left, bringing an end to the chaotic ordeal. Just as she thought she could relax, Yvette appeared nearby, making exaggerated winks and smirks, her face practically screaming curiosity. "Do you have a twitch or something?" Karina asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yvette rolled her eyes. "Twitch? Who taught you how to talk? And no, that's not the point! Spill it-what's going on with you and the director?" Karina blinked, confused. "What do you mean by what's going on?"

Yvette's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious? Just now! You two were like all hugged up together! Do you think we're blind? We all saw it. If you say there's nothing going on, even a ghost wouldn't believe you! "I'm telling you, honesty is your best option. Spill the truth now, and our friendship might survive this," Yvette teased with mock seriousness.

Karina's brain blanked out. Her face flushed bright red within seconds, the tips of her ears burning.

The situation earlier had been so chaotic that she hadn't even realized that she and Wilfred had hugged in front of everyone.

Seeing the gleam of gossip in Yvette's eyes, Karina wanted to disappear into the floor.

Left with no choice, she tried to explain, but there wasn't much to confess. Her relationship with Wilfred was exactly as it appeared-professional, albeit a little more complicated. Yvette looked a bit let down after hearing her explanation. She clicked her tongue, shrugging. "Fine, I guess. I thought there'd be something juicier.

check on him. I noticed the director's hand was bleeding earlier," Yvette added, her tone intentionally casual but clearly

embarrassment evaporated. Her face paled. "What? He's

Yvette's reply, she rushed

*

frantically searched for Wilfred, asking several doctors and nurses along the way, but no

not even thinking to knock before

but the scene before her wasn't what she'd

his hand, methodically wrapping them around his injured palm. The room was dim, lit only by the fading light of the sunset streaming through the window His lashes cast faint shadows on his face, and his movements seemed absentminded, the bandage

sight. Something about the way he sat there, alone in the

she walked over and gently took the bandage from his

doctor," she said softly, her tone teasing. "How can you not even know how to wrap a bandage

how you do it. Let me