CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 805

Nash frowned slightly but still explained, "There's nothing between Chana and me. She's just a woman I helped along the way."

Hearing this, Nina laughed coldly, "Yes, I know. I've heard that there are many distressed women here. You saved her because she's somewhat attractive. She also has a child, so if you get involved with her, you'll have to be a stepfather. But if that's what you want, then nothing else matters." "I didn't know she would come into my tent," Nash said. "But it's not what you think. I helped her because her husband was Birkhamese and had helped us. That's all."

Nina, already fuming, shook off his hand and said coldly, "Why are you explaining this to me? We're divorced. Your business doesn't interest me."

Nash's hand grabbed at nothing but air. In his desperation, he forgot they were divorced, letting his emotions override his principles. He didn't want her to misunderstand. He instinctively wanted to be close to her.

"I'm sorry," Nash said quietly. "I overstepped."

Nina pressed her lips together, her anger surging to the surface.

She didn't understand.

She couldn't comprehend what he was afraid of.

Why was she the only one burdened with this raging fire of emotions?

"Get some rest," Nash said. "Don't stay up too late."

Nina's eyes locked onto his, silently challenging him to see who would break first. Nash, seeing her silent, maintained his own silence and started walking back toward his tent.

Nina watched him, his broad back retreating. Despite his imposing figure, he seemed hesitant and unsure, so unlike his usual self. She found herself longing for the old Nash, the one who didn't care about her at all, because at least then he was genuine. Now, he seemed like a shadow of his former self.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Nina shouted, "Nash, are you even a man? Can you just face me properly? One moment you're drawing my attention, the next you're avoiding me. What do you want? Ask yourself why you're explaining things to me! The best thing for us is to stay out of each other's lives completely. I don't want to be where you're around!"

She was practically yelling, desperate to vent her frustrations. She could see he cared, but he always retreated, torturing her with his mixed signals. With her emotions surging, her eyes reddened, and her breathing grew heavy.

Upon hearing her words, Nash stopped in his tracks. His eyes, deep and unreadable, were like a still lake. Suddenly, it was as if a stone had been thrown into that lake, sending ripples through his composure.

Without thinking, Nash took a few steps back, then turned and quickly walked back toward Nina.

She was stunned. She had expected her outburst to be met with his usual calm acceptance, a stoic indifference to her anger. She hadn't anticipated any reaction beyond that.

As Nash approached, Nina stood frozen, unsure of what to do. He stopped right in front of her, his breathing slightly labored.

Before she could say anything, Nash cupped her face with both hands and kissed her firmly on the lips.