CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 122

Nash was surprised that she brought this up. "Why didn't you mention it last time?"

"You didn't give me a chance to explain previously," Nina remembered how he had walked away without a word, not even listening to her.

Nash had doubts and asked again, "If Linda wasn't brought by you, she shouldn't know you. The first time I met her, she was so familiar with you, so she must have known you for a short time." Her words and actions indeed didn't make sense. Fortunately, when she first met Linda, she didn't say too much, and no one knew she was looking for a stand-in. Now, it gave her an excuse.

"I did indeed meet her twice," Nina didn't deny. "Wasn't it you who tasked me with replaceing her? I surely had to take your instructions seriously."

Nash caught onto her words, questioning, "So if she hadn't come to me, you would've kept it to yourself and not informed me?"

This caught Nina off guard. Afraid that Nash might think she was being deceptive, she explained, "I hadn't figured it out clearly yet. If it really was her, I would have brought her to you right away." In the end, she didn't even realize why he was angry.

She had always been a diligent and responsible secretary, willing to take on responsibilities. However, if it wasn't her responsibility, she did not want to bear any part of it. She had never even considered that she was still his wife.

Nash adjusted his tie and said indifferently, "I see. You can leave now."

Nash heard her words, and given the extent of what she said, it implied that from now on, she wouldn't be held responsible for anything.

"Alright, Mr. York, rest well for a while. I'll call you when the food is ready," Nina said.

She walked out and quietly closed the door.

Nash stared at the steaming bowl of beef stew, took a spoon and stirred it, unable to suppress a sneer.

When Linda didn't see Nina in the kitchen, she came running to ask, "Where's Nina?"

The servant replied, "Mr. York has been feeling quite hot lately. Miss Nina made a glass of lemonade and took it up."

This caught Linda's attention. "How long has it been?"

"It's been about fifteen minutes."

Linda fell into thought, wondering why Nina was so concerned about Nash's health. Was it part of her duties as a secretary to also take care of his personal life? Something seemed off.

Just then, Nina came downstairs, holding an empty tray. The beef stew and lemonade had been delivered.

Linda gazed at Nina for a long time, pondering whether the boss could possibly not be smitten by a secretary, especially one as beautiful as Nina.

At mealtime, it was Nina who went to call Nash down for dinner. The three of them sat at the same table, but there was an odd silence.

Finally, Linda summoned the courage to take a step forward. She took the serving spoon and served some food for Nina. "Nina, try the cook's specialty dish, it's spicy and sour, really delicious."

Nash glanced up and saw Linda enthusiastically serving Nina, with chili peppers in the beef. He casually remarked, "She doesn't eat spicy food much."

Linda's hand froze in mid-air, feeling embarrassed by his comment. She withdrew her hand and said, "Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry, Nina."

"It's okay," Nina said softly, lowering her gaze. She picked up a spare rib and put it on her plate, saying calmly, "You can just eat by yourself, no need to serve me. I'll serve myself."

Linda understood the cue to stop. If Nina didn't like it, then she wouldn't be overly enthusiastic. As she ate her pasta, she pondered, glancing at Nash. He seemed to understand Nina very well. Could a boss really know the preferences of their subordinates?

"Ugh-"

Suddenly, Nina felt nauseous in her stomach, unable to hold back the urge to vomit. She set down her utensils, covering her mouth as she hurried to the bathroom.

Linda's thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly saw Nina get up from her seat, shocked. "Nina-"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Nash's expression turn serious as he nervously got up from his chair and followed Nina's figure.

Now, Linda was even more surprised, feeling a sense of emptiness inside. Could a boss really be this concerned about their subordinate?

"What's wrong?" Nash frowned, standing at the bathroom door. He saw Nina bent over the toilet, retching violently.

Her face was pale, looking extremely exhausted.

Nash grew worried and went to support her, whispering softly, "Are you feeling very unwell?"

Nina, feeling his gaze on her while she vomited, grew even more nervous, retching harder, her head shaking.

Nash had never seen her like this before, growing even more concerned. His voice was low and serious, "We're going to the hospital!"

"No!" Nina grabbed Nash's sleeve, her words filled with agitation.

Her reaction was intense; she was very afraid of going to the hospital. This made Nash's eyes darken as he fell into thought.

Nina didn't want him to replace out, so she calmed herself, took a tissue to wipe her mouth, and explained, "I've been to the hospital before for this. It's just my stomach acting up. Last time it was low blood sugar, right? It's all because of my stomach discomfort from not eating much. You don't need to worry too much. I just need to rest for a bit, and I'll be fine."

"Are you sure it's nothing?" Nash confirmed once again.

"I'm sure." Nina stood up. "You go eat; don't worry about me."

Nash stared at her pale face, nodded lightly, and didn't insist further.

Nina washed her face before coming out. Just as she sat down, Nash walked over to her and placed a cup of warm milk in front of her, whispering softly, "Have a glass of milk, warmed up just how you like it. It'll replenish your energy and prevent low blood sugar."

Steam still rose from the cup as Nina held it in her hands, responding, "I'll finish it."

With that said, Nash seemed satisfied.

All these scenes were observed by Linda, who realized that their relationship was more than just that of employer and employee. Initially, she thought Nash was being difficult with Nina. Now, it seemed more complicated.

She also noticed Nina looking at the milk in the cup, a slight smile playing on her lips. Was it because Nash remembered her preferences?

Linda had seen Nina as calm and composed, not one to smile much. Did she like Nash?

Linda's hands tightened as she remembered Nina's advice not to like Nash, as she couldn't control him.

Nina advised her, but she herself was clearly infatuated.

Was it deliberate advice to discourage her and eliminate competition?