CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Miranda's face immediately flushed, she released her hands covering her face, tears streaming down again, presenting a pitiful and adorable appearance. She indeed belonged in front of the screen, playing the victim role convincingly. Had it not been for her fierce demeanor just now, Nina might have believed her pitiful act.

"Show some respect!" Nina's tone carried a hint of seriousness.

Miranda cried with tear-streaked cheeks, speaking softly, “Nina, I also have

dignity. How could you treat me like this? I didn't snatch your man, please don't misunderstand me..."

"Nina!" Nash's voice came from nearby.

Nina was shocked, how could he be here?

Then she realized, this might be a play directed by Miranda. Looking over, Nash had a stern face, his eyes sharp, as if she had committed some grave mistake.

Nash strode over and forcefully pulled the weak and helpless Miranda from Nina's side into his arms. The force was strong, Nina staggered back a few steps from the inertia.

"Nash," Miranda's tears kept flowing.

Nash stared coldly at Nina, demanding, Apologize!"

Nina looked at them and Nash's cold words felt like daggers stabbing her

heart. She plummeted to the depths of despair but still had to endure the heartache.

"Why should I apologize?"

"You laid hands on Miranda, didn't I see it?" Nash said icily.

Miranda immediately stopped Nash, looking aggrieved, "Nash, don't blame Nina, it's my fault, I made Nina unhappy.

"That's not a reason for her to act impulsively!"NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

With fewer people around and no journalists, no one would witness their shameless public display of affection.

Nina felt suffocated, realizing that being too confident would lead to an embarrassing outcome.

What was she in Nash's eyes? She was his wife, yet she felt more like a stranger to him.

Nina looked at Nash's cold indifference and bitterly smiled, "I've never been. willful in front of you."

She never acted willfully so she never caused trouble. Sensible individuals don't get rewards. That's true.

She had been by Nash's side for so long, getting drunk at work gatherings and taking a taxi home by herself. When she was sick or injured, she went to the hospital without letting him worry. She never made him fret, but it seemed like he thought she was invincible, that she couldn't get hurt.

"Apologize to Miranda. Do you need me to repeat again?" Nash frowned impatiently, clearly running out of patience. Everything could be compromised, but this matter couldn't.

Nina stubbornly refused, "I didn't do anything wrong. I won't apologize!"

"Do you have to do things to upset me?"

Nina knew Nash's patience had reached its limit. If she resisted further, she would surely be punished.

At that moment, Yvonne spoke up, seeing Nina being bullied. Her expression changed immediately as she intervened, " Do you think Nina is easy to bully? Do you think she has no one to back her up? Stop harassing her! Nash, Nina hasn't

divorced you yet. Are you siding with the other woman? There are plenty of

reporters outside. Should I call them in to witness this spectacle?"

Nash cast a cold sideways glance at Yvonne. "What are you saying?" he asked coldly.

Yvonne had been bold in her words, but suddenly being stared at like that, she couldn't maintain her momentum. "What I mean is, don't make it so tense. It'll be ugly for everyone in the end!"

She looked at Miranda. "There are a lot of people here today. You don't want to make a scene in front of the media, you?"

Miranda certainly didn't want to escalate things. She grabbed Nash's sleeve, appearing weak. "Nash, let it go. I won't make a fuss anymore. I'm feeling a bit unwell. Can you help me downstairs to rest?" Nash looked back at Miranda and noticed her pale face, so he took her arm. "If you're tired, you shouldn't attend events like this!"

He didn't dwell on it further, simply leading Miranda away from Nina's

presence.

Nina watched them leave without

needing to explain anything, and they

just walked away so openly. This made her feel very ironic. What did her title as Mrs. York" amount to? In Nash's eyes, she had never been regarded as a wife, had she?

Seeing them leave, Yvonne muttered under her breath, "Disgusting couple! So disgusting."

Turning to Nina, who had tears in her eyes and was watching them leave, Yvonne said, "Nina, don't be upset. I didn't know Miranda would come. If I had known, I wouldn't have let her in. I'm sorry for making you sad."

Seeing their affair only added fuel to the A fire, not making things any better.

Yvonne couldn't bear to see Nina upset.

Nina turned her gaze away, slowly loosening her clenched fists. "Even if it's not here, it will happen somewhere else. There will always be such a day."

Meanwhile, Nash escorted Miranda to the lounge. After she was seated, he quickly let go of her arm and

face?"

Miranda had already achieved what she wanted, so she replied, "It's fine now."

Nash scrutinized her face, squinting. With your face this red, are you joking with me?"

Miranda paused for a moment, touching her cheek. It felt warm and a bit sore. She continued, "That slap was indeed quite heavy. Nina was really angry, but she didn't mean to....."

"How can you do a magazine cover shoot with this swollen face?" Nash interrupted her, speaking sternly. "Even if you use foundation, can you cover it up? Don't delay your work progress." Miranda realized that she had a magazine shoot for their company in the afternoon. "I can quickly reduce the swelling with some ice cubes. You don't have to worry too much. I can manage," she said. At Nash's command, someone brought in ice cubes for Miranda to apply to her face. While Miranda received treatment, Nash

made a phone call.

Miranda noticed his serious demeanor during work, focused and not one to joke around. Despite being a bit aloof, he still had charm that made her heart skip a beat. Unable to resist, she couldn't help but smile.

She felt closer to him now, knowing she could assist him in his work. She and Nash were meant to be together. What was Nina? At most, just his assistant.

After finishing his call, Nash glanced at Miranda. "You don't have to go today," he said.

"Why not? I'm fine," Miranda replied.

Seeing that her swelling hadn't subsided, Nash explained, "It won't go down quickly enough. It'll affect the shoot. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Miranda blamed herself, "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have let my face get injured knowing we have the shoot this afternoon."

Nash didn't respond directly but instructed her assistant, "Help her back to rest."

Miranda wanted to stay with him. With the shoot postponed, she had nothing to do. Her intention was to have some alone time with Nash. She pushed away her assistant and said, "Nash, I..."

At that moment, Nash didn't notice her, as he was dialing another number. He asked in an indifferent tone, "Nina, where are you now?"