CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Nina looked at Linda. She was so confident it was herself and Nina almost believed it. However, Quincy was here, and there was work to handle. She didn't have time to respond and could only back away. Three hours passed, and Nina had not returned. However, at this moment, the meeting room doors opened. As the attendees dispersed, Nash emerged from the meeting room. Quincy stood to the side, saying, "Mr. York, the lounge."

Nash furrowed his brows, his expression cold. He glanced at his watch and couldn't help but sneer, thinking they sure could hold out. He turned and headed for the lounge.

At this point, only Linda was in the lounge. She stiffened when she heard the door open, seeing no one else was there, she lay on the couch for a while.

Nash entered the room and saw a girl lying on the couch. His gaze swept around, not finding Nina, and he stepped forward. With one hand in his pocket, he stopped in front of the girl, his expression icy as he scrutinized her in silence.

Linda was exhausted, but she dared not sleep with her eyes closed, fearing she would miss something. When she felt rested enough and hazily opened her eyes, she saw a tall figure standing in front of her. She was momentarily stunned, quickly sat up, and before seeing clearly, apologized, "I'm sorry..." She fumbled to adjust her clothes, while Nash just watched her movements without saying a word. However, the way she spoke, her tone was very much like Nina's. Regardless of whether she had done anything wrong or not, as long as she felt it was inappropriate, she would always be the first to say "I'm sorry". She wouldn't care who was right or wrong.

The newcomer remained silent for a long time. Linda stared at his shoes, feeling extremely nervous, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she lifted her head slightly. Not seeing anyone, she nervously lowered her head again.

Unable to restrain herself, she asked, "Why aren't you speaking? Where's, where's Miss Nina?"

Nash's face remained expressionless as he asked in an indifferent tone, "Are you the woman Nina brought here?"

His cold and deep voice captivated

Linda. She slowed her breathing and

raised her eyes slightly, meeting Nash's profound gaze, causing her body to stiffen involuntarily, feeling a slight shock. Nash's handsome features captivated her, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Nash furrowed his brows slowly, and only then did she ask softly, "Are you that man?"

Nash pursed his lips in silence and

turned to sit on the nearby sofa. Seeing that the man was not interested in her, Linda wanted to give herself a chance to express, so she said lightly, "Before coming here, I already knew your identity, Mr.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

York. Actually, it doesn't mer.

Adults should take responsibility for their actions. What happened between a man and a woman was consensual. You don't need to look for me, and I don't need you to take responsibility."

Nash's gaze remained unchanged as he coldly remarked, "Did you prepare your excuses in advance?"

Linda's complexion slightly paled,

and she nibbled her lip. "I'm being genuine. I understand that Mr. York is affluent and influential, and many women fancy you and seek to cozy up to you. But I truly don't harbor such intentions. Otherwise, I would have blackmailed you a long time ago. You can disregard that evening, act as though nothing occurred, and my life will go back to normal."

Nash turned his gaze to her. "Do you feel like I'm disrupting your life?"

Linda lowered her head slightly. "Not before, but now. I didn't know your identity before, so I could treat you as an ordinary man, but now that I know, you're no longer ordinary."

Nash asked again, "If you think only ordinary people are worthy of you, why did you go to that hotel?"