Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

POV: LAURENDisgust.It was the only word that could truly capture what I felt. Disgust, revulsion, contempt, rage, hatred… A flood of bitter emotions churned inside me, poisoning me from within. My stomach twisted at the memory of his touch, his breath, and the nauseating stench of that strong, invasive cologne Ethan always wore. I wanted to tear off my own skin and scrub every inch of my body until there wasn’t a single trace of him left.How could I? How had I ever given myself to someone so filthy, so despicable? How could I have allowed him to become part of my story?I looked down at my hands—trembling, cold, fragile.My child didn’t deserve a father like that.My child.My small, innocent baby.The mere thought of Ethan’s blood running through their veins made my heart ache with fury and helplessness. It was a cruel injustice—something so pure had come from someone so rotten.My breath caught in my throat when I looked up and saw Henry. His fingers gently ran through my hair, a

POV: HENRYNothing. No reaction at all. Her breathing was shallow, almost unnoticeable. She wasn’t crying. And that was what hurt the most. Because when the tears don’t even come, it means the damage has already gone too deep. I bit the inside of my cheek. Theodor’s words echoed in my mind. “Our love will heal her.” Such a bold tone. Naive, even. But that’s what I wanted to believe in. “I’m going to take care of you,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just stay here… with me. Let me handle everything.” She blinked. Slowly. A single tear slid down—quiet, nearly invisible. Yes, I would do this. Love, care, and protect. It wasn’t an empty promise—it was a decision. Instinctive. Final. 

POV: LAURENMy stomach twisted. Part of me felt protected by that promise. The other part… terrified. I knew what he wanted to do. And that scared me. “Can we not talk about it today?” I asked in a low voice, trying to keep my anxiety in check. I still needed to find a way to convince him to let go of that thirst for revenge. “I just need peace right now.” Henry studied my face for a moment, then gave me a crooked smile. That smile—his signature one—that always unraveled me. “You’re right,” he murmured, pulling me into a hug. I felt his lips press a calm kiss to the top of my head. “Get some rest, Lauren. I’m here with you.” My eyes burned again. The physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the emotional. And still, sleep felt impossible. “I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep and wak

POV: HENRYTears welled up in her eyes, glistening under the soft light of the room. It was a silent plea—a desperate request to erase every trace of that bastard Ethan. She wanted my presence to surround her, for my skin, my hands, and my voice to be the only things that existed at that moment. She wanted to feel desired, respected, and loved.And I would do exactly that. I would show her what it meant to be treated like something precious.I didn’t need to say a word. Furthermore, I just kissed her.My lips met hers gently, careful not to hurt her already bruised mouth. The salty taste of her tears mixed with the kiss, and I felt a tight, suffocating pressure in my chest. She trembled—not from fear but from restrained emotion, from something she couldn’t quite put into words.My hand moved slowly upward, fingers brushing against her warm skin until they reached her face. I caressed her cheek with my thumb, wiping away a stubborn tear that rolled down. Then I placed a kiss there, whe

POV: LAURENIt took me a while to start feeling even a little better. To breathe without crying, to sleep without nightmares. But I still didn’t feel safe. The thought of leaving the house paralyzed me. At any moment, Ethan could be nearby. And even with Henry doing everything he could to protect me, the fear still consumed me. He was barely home. She said there were urgent issues at the company, but I knew it wasn’t just that. I saw it in his eyes when he returned. That silent anger, the clenched fists, the bloodshot eyes from exhaustion. It was clear he was dealing with Ethan in some way. I overheard a heated argument between Carter and his lawyers the other day in the office next door. Something about terminating a contract and breaking off funding with PharmaCare Industries. It was serious. In the newspapers, in the muffled conversations of the elite, I heard my name being whispered with either scorn or forced sympathy