CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Paris quickly took out the item from the bag and said, "This one. I was afraid Nina would be too busy, and since it was on my way, I had it brought back."This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

As Nash looked at the suit that didn't belong to him, his gaze became sharp. It was a man's suit. Suddenly, he thought of Scott. It seemed that Nina and Scott met at the exhibition, and she brought back this bag. At the time, he hadn't thought about what was inside. It turned out to be his suit.

Nash subconsciously clenched his fist. Paris noticed his expression, which

didn't change much, but she knew Nash didn't like to show his emotions. She

asked again, "Mr. York, should I place it here?"

Nash pursed his lips and suddenly replied coldly, "Put it there."

Paris's lips curled slightly. "Alright, then. I'll leave first."

After completing this series of actions, Paris left satisfied, eager to see how

much trust Nina could withstand from Nash.

Nash harbored some resentment deep down; whenever he saw this suit during work, it bothered him a lot.

When it was time to leave work, Nina entered Nash's office. She should leave work now. She had promised to attend the class reunion and didn't want to work overtime.

Seeing Nash still in the office, she

decided to inform him before leaving. As she entered, she thought Nash was working, but unexpectedly, he was sitting on the sofa, staring at her with cold eyes the moment she entered, giving her a strange feeling that he was waiting for her.

Nina felt that he was acting strangely today, but she didn't ask much, just politely said, "Mr. York, it's time to call it a day."

Suddenly, Nash stood up. Nina sensed his puzzlement, but didn't perceive anything unusual until Nash approached her step by step, like a lion about to pounce.

She instantly felt something was wrong and instinctively took several steps back.

"Mr. York, what are you doing?" She asked tentatively.

Nash's face turned cold. "I've never seen you leaving office so early before. Is there something going on today?"

Nina looked at him. His expression wasn't too good, so she tried to avoid him, saying, "It's just a little something."

"What's the matter?" Nash asked.

"After work is personal time..." Nina began, but Nash grabbed her chin.

Nina winced in pain, furrowing her brows slightly as she looked up at Nash. Seeing the fierceness in his eyes, she felt uneasy. "Mr. York..."

"Are you meeting someone?" Nash asked, displeased. "A man, after work? Is that a date?"

Nina pressed her hands against the wall behind her, enough to support herself and not be oppressed by him. "Mr. York, you're overthinking. It's just a gathering. Besides, even if it were, it's my personal matter. I hope Mr. York won't inquire too much."

With that said, Nash's grip tightened

even more. He almost pressed his entire body against Nina's, gritting his teeth." Scott? Are you that close to him, so close that you're even washing his suit for him!

Only then did Nina realize and turned her gaze to the bag on the coffee table. She hadn't paid much attention to it just now, not realizing it had already made its way to his office.

She remembered instructing Taylor that she only needed to deliver it, and she would pick it up after work.

"Who brought it over?"

Nash turned her face towards him again and asked, "You haven't answered me yet?"

Seeing his menacing expression, Nina had no choice but to explain, "I accidentally dirtied Scott's suit, so I offered to wash it for him and deliver it. Is there a problem with that?"

"Doesn't he have an assistant? Does he need you to wash it?" Nash persisted.

"It was my fault, it's just a matter of courtesy," Nina felt he was being unreasonable.

Nash continued, "You seem too comfortable in front of him. It's strange if there's nothing going on."

Nina pushed his hand away. "You're overthinking it. Let go of me.'

Nash sneered. Seeing her resistance, he lost his patience, "Nina, let me make it clear to you. We're not divorced yet, but you're already thinking about finding someone else. Who gave you the audacity? His words insulted Nina, and she immediately retorted, "Mr. York, then let me make it clear to you too. I don't interfere with you, so you shouldn't interfere with me... Mmm..."

Seeing her mouth, Nash couldn't hold back his anger and kissed her forcefully.

Nina was shocked, her eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected move. But he kissed her with such force, as if

punishing her, almost suffocating her.

She struggled, trying to push him away, but her strength was no match for his, and he held her tightly in his arms.

Nash still felt it wasn't enough, his possessiveness clouding his judgment. His hand slid up her leg, reaching under her skirt... Nina felt his warm breath on her nose, one hand unbuttoning her blouse, while the other wandered beneath her skirt.

In this situation, with others outside, she felt a hint of fear.

"No, stop," Nina bit Nash's lip, drawing blood.

Startled by the pain, Nash released her. Seeing her swollen lips, disheveled blouse, and a trace of terror in her eyes, as if she had been violated, he felt a strong aversion to being touched by him. Nash took a deep breath, calming the turmoil within him, and coldly said, " Nina, remember your identity before the divorce. Don't do anything to disgrace the York family!"

With that, Nash stormed out, leaving behind a disheveled Nina.

After he left, Nina sat on the floor, feeling as if her heart had been pierced. Her eyes were red, deeply wounded inside.

He was warning her, but she was not the one who made the mistake. Wasn't he the one with Miranda now? If he was so

afraid of losing face, why didn't he control himself? If he was worried about disgracing the York family, why didn't he divorce her instead of choosing to humiliate her in this way?

After a while, the warmth dissipated from her body, replaced by a chill. Nina finally emerged from her sorrow.

She straightened her clothes, grabbed the bag, and headed to the appointment.

"Nina."

Scott, afraid she might feel

uncomfortable, had been waiting for her at the door. Seeing her arrival, he waved to her.

Nina was looking gloomy. Before coming, she didn't want others to notice her bad, mood, so she touched up her makeup, concealing her pale complexion.

She smiled at him. "I was delayed by something. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

"I just got here too. Let's go upstairs. I think everyone's already there," Scott said, though he had actually been waiting for almost half an hour.

She followed Scott inside.

"I remember you like quiet places. It's a bit noisy downstairs, so I booked a private room upstairs," Scott explained.

Nina was surprised. "You remembered that?"

"I have a good memory," Scott smiled. "I remember all my middle school

classmates, let alone you. I even

remember you used to drink milk during exams."

That touched on Nina's memories.

Because I was nervous, I wanted to drink something I liked to relieve the pressure."

Then, Nina smiled wryly. "But I don't drink it anymore."

Nash didn't like milk. When she first came to the York family, she wasn't accustomed to the environment and would prepare food containing milk at home. Nash was very unhappy and said he wouldn't allow such things.

Since then, she never drank milk again.