Semua Bab CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery: Bab 1871 - Bab 1880

The steamy heat from the hot water filled the small bathroom as Karina stared at the borrowed undergarments in her hands, a look of resignation on her face. The size was too large, leaving them loose and ill-fitting, with straps constantly slipping off her shoulders. After several attempts to adjust them to no avail, she sighed inwardly. No matter what, she would need to find time tomorrow to buy something that fit.After a quick shower, she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped securely in a towel, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders. Droplets of water slid down the strands and fell onto the carpet. She was just in the middle of drying her hair when the crisp chime of the doorbell broke the quiet, making her pause. She frowned in confusion. Who could it be at this hour? Was it Yvette needing something?Karina slipped on her slippers and padded to the door. Peering through the peephole, she froze. Standing outside was Wilfred, his tall figure illuminated by the dim hallwa

Wilfred’s expression was serious as he occasionally exchanged a few whispered words with Karina beside him. Their heads unconsciously leaned closer as they discussed molecular drug structures, clinical trial feedback, and other technical details with seamless cooperation.Yvette sat quietly to the side, watching the two of them work with such focus. She felt out of place in their professional conversation and instead turned her attention to observing the people from HeShare Pharmaceuticals.By chance, she noticed Benedict’s assistant casting frequent glances toward Wilfred and Karina. There was a certain weight to those looks, something that gave Yvette pause. Her heart skipped a beat, and she made a mental note to stay alert.After an intense round of discussions, the outline of a preliminary plan began to take shape. Benedict smiled broadly, tapping the table lightly. “Today’s exchange has been very productive. Everyone must be a bit worn out. How about we take a break for lunch a

Wilfred’s lips curved into a faint smile. He gently brushed back a stray strand of Karina’s hair from her cheek, his gaze so tender it seemed almost tangible. “She sure hasn’t changed. But with her around, the hospital feels so much livelier. When we get back, we should really thank her properly for keeping things running smoothly there,” he said warmly. Taking her hand, his palm reassuringly warm, he added, “Come on, we’ve got some time before we head back. Let me take you somewhere.” Curious, Karina let him lead her, weaving through streets and alleys until they arrived at a charming old street with a distinctly exotic flair. Lining the street were elegant boutique shops with window displays showcasing beautifully crafted clothing—unique cuts and high-quality fabrics that spoke of both style and luxury. Wilfred glanced at Karina, his eyes filled with adoration. “We’ve been so caught up with the project that I haven’t had the chance to take you out properly. Pick a few

Thick smoke filled Karina’s lungs, choking her until she felt she might suffocate at any moment. Even with a damp towel pressed against her nose and mouth, she knew their time was running out. If rescue didn’t arrive soon, they wouldn’t last much longer. She turned slightly, looking at the man beside her. Wilfred was holding her tightly in his arms, his body a protective shield against the flames that danced dangerously close. Her nose stung, and an overwhelming wave of emotion surged through her. For the first time in years, she felt the urge to cry. If this truly was the last moment fate would allow them, it felt cruelly short. She might lose consciousness at any second, and there was no guarantee either of them would wake again. It wasn’t logical, but Karina couldn’t stop herself. In a voice barely audible, hoarse from the smoke, she whispered, “In our next life, I still want to be with you.” She felt a firm squeeze on her waist—it was Wilfred’s hand, strong and

Throughout the entire wedding dress fitting, Karina wished she could find a hole to crawl into. Wilfred’s gaze was just too intense, too obvious. Even the staff helping her try on dresses occasionally glanced in his direction, their curiosity piqued. Karina, already feeling shy, was even more flustered. While changing into another gown, one of the attendants loosened the laces for her and commented with a tone full of envy, “You two must really love each other.” Karina paused, unsure how to respond. The attendant continued, “I’ve worked here for years, and I’ve never seen anyone look at their bride-to-be the way your fiancé does.” It was as if a jar of honey had tipped into her heart, rippling with sweetness. Karina tried to appear composed, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her, curving upward uncontrollably. “Is that so?” Realizing that his gaze was a sign of their deep connection, she stopped feeling embarrassed or avoiding it. When Wilfred looked at her