CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 4

"Nina seems to be in a bad mood today. She didn't want to come to deliver the documents, so I had to come instead," Miranda placed her scalded hand in front of him. "Nash, don't blame Nina. I don't think she did it on purpose. I hope it didn't delay you."

It was the first time Nina had done something like this with the company's documents in someone else's hands. Nash's expression was grim, but he restrained himself in front of Miranda. He just adjusted his tie and replied calmly, "It's okay." Changing the subject, he added, "Since you're here, stay for a while."

Hearing him say this, Miranda felt a sense of relief. At least he accepted her and didn't dislike her. "Aren't you supposed to have a meeting? Will I disturb you?" Nash made a call, "The meeting is postponed for half an hour."

Miranda smiled faintly. Before coming, she had wondered if her departure without notice would make him resentful. It didn't seem as bad as she had imagined. Lost time could be made up for.

Sitting on the sofa, Miranda was both hopeful and hesitant. She wanted to explain, "Nash, I have a lot to say to you. I know I was wrong to leave without telling you, but I'm back now..."

"I need to deal with some work first," Nash interrupted her.

Miranda swallowed her words again, seeing that he seemed busy. She could only say, "Then I'll wait until you're done." Miranda didn't dare to disturb him, yet she didn't know how long she had to wait before they could have a face-to-face conversation.

She couldn't quite gauge his mood. It wasn't until Quincy walked in from outside that Nash stopped his work.

He approached, and Miranda called out with a smile, "Nash, I..."

"Is your hand still hurting?"

Did he notice her injured hand? Was he concerned about her?

Miranda quickly shook her head, "It's not hurting anymore."

"Okay," Nash responded lightly, taking a bottle of cold relief syrup from Quincy, "I heard you're back and not feeling well because of the change in environment. Your throat's bothering you, huh? Well, this medicine should help. It's good for soothing your throat."

Looking at the bottle of cold relief syrup, Miranda's mood improved instantly. He had been keeping tabs on her, even knowing that her throat wasn't feeling well recently, indicating that he still cared about her.

She quickly opened the bottle of medicine and measured the correct dosage with a spoon, smiling brightly, "Nash, you're still so caring. I'm already very grateful. I'll drink it."

Even before she got close, she caught a whiff of an unpleasant smell. She didn't like the smell of medicine, but if it was given by Nash, she would endure it. Despite the bitterness and the choking sensation in her throat, she didn't say a word.

Watching her finish it all in one gulp, Nash finally shifted his gaze away. "Mr. York, the meeting is about to start," Quincy reminded from the side.

Nash looked at Miranda, "I have to get busy, you should go back."

Miranda wiped her mouth, not knowing what to say, she could only be understanding, "Okay, I'll come see you later then."

Nash walked out.

Miranda watched his back, her eyes reluctant to part with him until he disappeared completely. She was very happy and sent a text to her agent: "I bet right this time coming back, he still loves me."

Heading towards the meeting room, Quincy asked behind Nash, "Mr. York, why did we add birth control pills to the bottle of cold relief syrup?"

Nash remained expressionless, even cold, "Miranda went to the hotel."