CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"What's that supposed to mean, Hunter? Don't tell me you're..." Caleb pointed an accusing finger at Hunter, his voice laced with disbelief.

Over the years, Caleb had always treated Hunter as a brother. Their banter, even the occasional rumors, had never made him think twice. But now, with Hunter's words and demeanor, Caleb couldn't help but feel a hint of suspicion.

Before he could finish his thought, Hunter slapped Caleb's hand away, rolling his eyes. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting now?"

Caleb's frustration boiled over. "What nonsense? I already told you, I don't want my dad meddling in my life any more than he already has. And here you are, making things worse! Do you have a death wish or something?"

Hunter smirked, unbothered. "What's the big deal? If the situation escalates, then nobody's going to try setting you up anymore. Problem solved. If we go down, I'll go down with you. That's what brothers are for, right?"

Caleb's glare darkened, his patience wearing thin. "You're really starting to sound like you have feelings for me. Do you even hear yourself?"

combined with his suggestive comments, painted a picture Caleb couldn't ignore.

sent a chill down his spine, and goosebumps erupted across his skin. His mind raced, but one thing was clear-his own orientation was as straightforward as it

realization truly shocked

you out of here myself. Do you seriously think I'm into you? You're

retort, a confident female voice cut through the air. "Sorry, but Caleb is my fiancé." Both Caleb and Hunter turned toward the source of the voice. A woman hurried over, latching onto Caleb's arm before either

woman, barely recognizing her. It took him a moment to connect the dots -this was the woman his father had dragged

furrowed in annoyance as he instinctively moved

face her voice and silhouette were vaguely

into a teasing grin. "This has got to be your dad's doing. He's gone full throttle

fiancé. If you're questioning his orientation, maybe you should take your speculation somewhere else. Keep bothering him, and I won't

you, and why do you think I'd ever agree to be your fiancé? You're making wild claims,