CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 126

This caught Nina off guard. No matter how many injuries or illnesses she had endured before, he hadn't shown this level of concern before. When he was preoccupied with work, he might even overlook her feelings.

Now that she didn't require his company, he was actively seeking ways to accompany her, leaving her feeling somewhat puzzled.

When Nash noticed others wanting to enter the elevator, he said, "Go ahead, we can talk later." They lingered near the elevator for quite some time. At last Nina stepped into the elevator again, with him. Her hand was in her pocket, tightly clutching that slip of paper, feeling slightly warm. It just had to be today of all days to run into him.

Nash stood in the elevator, gazing ahead, yet mindful of Nina's emotions. He inquired, "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Nina remained silent, caught up in anxiety, plotting how to slip away from his presence. Noticing her lack of response, he diverted his gaze, only to see Nina furrowing her brows, her expression serious, as if burdened with thoughts.

"Nina."

Nina startled at first, then glanced up at Nash in surprise. Meeting his probing gaze, her heart quickened, and she hastily responded, "Mr. York, do you need anything from me?" She adopted the respectful tone of the workplace, slipping into it effortlessly. However, Nash was merely inquiring about her well-being, not assigning tasks.

"I was asking if you had breakfast, not giving you orders!" Nash's demeanor turned stern, his tone becoming a tad harsher.

"I have," Nina replied, though she hadn't eaten anything. She was hesitant to dine with Nash, fearing she might end up vomiting. She couldn't use the excuse of an upset stomach either. After all, she was going to the gynecologist. Gynecologist plus vomiting would increase suspicions of pregnancy even more.

"Mm," Nash didn't want to inquire further.

Arriving at the eighteenth floor, Nina followed his steps into the liver department. With a glance, she noticed only one room filled with flower baskets at the door. Nash walked in and called out, "Grandpa George."

The elderly man, George Gibson,

lying in bed was nearly eighty, with snowy white hair and a slightly

weakened body after surgery. But et

the moment he saw Nash, a smile spread across his face. "Nash, you're here. Your busy schedule shouldn't have you visiting me. I'm halfway to the grave; how can I trouble you?"

Nash held great respect for him. "You and my grandfather were comrades. If you're ill, I naturally come."

Hearing this, George sighed. "Your grandfather always cared for me. After he retired from politics to business we weren't on the same path anymore, but he always

brought me gifts during1.et

and

never missed a year. Now that he's gone, you, his grandson, still show concern for me. I'm truly humbled."

Sitting beside him, Nash appeared distant yet intimate. "You saved my grandfather's life. It's only right."

George smiled, looking at Nash as if he were his own grandson. "You've been visiting me a lot these days. I'm almost fully recovered."

Nina listened, somewhat surprised. Could it be that Nash had been too busy to come home these past few days because he was at the hospital?

"Let me introduce you," Nash

suddenly turned his gaze towards.

Nina, leaving her a little dazed. It wasn't until he reached out to her his warm hand holding her wrist, and brought her in front of George, that she realized what was happening. "This is Nina, my wife."

Nina hadn't expected him to introduce her so suddenly in front of George. She was completely unprepared, feeling only shock and surprise.

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