All Chapters of THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

POV: LAURENHenry’s eyes widened the moment he read the first words. His firm steps echoed on the wooden floor as he moved closer to the note. I saw his fingers tremble slightly as he held the paper. The silence that settled for a few seconds felt like it was screaming inside the room. My chest tightened. It felt like the ground was crumbling beneath my feet.Theodor’s words pierced my heart with a dull, growing pain.“Uncle and Fairy, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be part of a broken family like this. Mom and Dad fought a lot when they were alive. I thought my new family would be filled with love, respect, and playtime, like it was in the beginning. But everything broke after you separated, and I can’t pretend to be strong and brave while watching you both so sad. I don’t know how to protect Alice from this, either. I won’t be a good brother or a good son. Furthermore, I don’t have your blood, Fairy, and still, you call me your son. Uncle Henry could learn a bit from you. He’s a nic

POV: LAURENAt that exact moment, a soft sound cut through the rain. A muffled sob, almost imperceptible but clearly close. We froze, silent, as if even breathing might drown out that fragile hope. Our eyes met for a second before we started scanning the area. “There,” I pointed, my voice trembling. “Look at that tree. There’s an opening.” The rain made it hard to see, the heavy drops blurring everything, but I caught a subtle movement. A little foot pulling back inside the hollow trunk.“Thank the Goddess… He’s here, Henry,” I said. Henry ran ahead, crouching and entering without hesitation. I followed right behind him. Inside the tree, Theodor was curled up, completely soaked, his body shaking and eyes wide with fear. When he saw us, he let out a muffled cry and threw himself into our arms. “I’m sorry, Fairy… I&

POV: LAUREN“Henry, please… you’re exhausted. Today was a hard day.” I tried to stay calm, but my voice cracked. I just wanted to stop him. Furthermore, I wanted to silence him before his words shattered me completely. “It’s been hard since we broke up!” he burst out, his voice firm and full of pain, throwing the truth at me without any filter. My body frozen. My eyes widened, and I felt the blood drain from my face. “Theodor ran away because he couldn’t handle the pain of not seeing us together anymore. And I know exactly how much that hurts. Every single day, Lauren. I hate coming home and not finding you here. I hate the silence. Furthermore, I hate not hearing Theo’s laughter echoing through the rooms while you two played. Furthermore, I hate this empty, cold bed—where you used to throw yourselves into my arms, barely leaving me space but filling me with so much more love. I hate prete

POV: LAUREN“What I should have done on the night of our date… when everything went wrong,” Henry replied, his voice heavy with intensity. I frowned, confused, watching as he opened a small box. Inside, there was a ring with a brilliant blue stone that reflected the light in the room. It was mesmerizing. Beside it, a folded note with my handwriting. “What is this?” I exclaimed, a lump forming in my throat. My hands visibly trembled as I brought them to my lips, in shock. “Our marriage was forged through a contract,” he began, his voice now lower but steady. “But I want it to be real, Lauren. I had this ring made especially for you. These stones are rare and unique, just like you.” My tears started falling uncontrollably, burning my eyes. There was so much about him that confused me: the provocative touch, the almost cruel desire, the domin

POV: LAURENI closed my eyes, biting my lips, trying to catch my breath, but the words slipped out in a trembling whisper, full of emotion: “I accept...” I managed to say in a breathy, needy murmur. I rested my head on his shoulder, searching for his face. Our eyes met for a brief second before his lips crashed into mine with raw hunger. The kiss was wet, deep, desperate. We moaned at the same time, and in that moment, he thrust into me all at once, filling me completely. I let out a long, drawn-out moan, pushing my hips back, wanting more, wanting everything. “I love you, Henry Carter,” I confessed without fear, between heavy breaths, feeling my body open entirely for him. He turned me to face him with ease, lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our bodies were pressed together—skin to skin, sweat to sweat. When h