Semua Bab THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Bab 221 - Bab 230

POV: HENRYShe squeezed her own arms tightly, and I noticed the slight tremor in her hands—a clear sign that she was trying to hold herself together.“It doesn’t feel right.” She looked straight at me. “Having another baby... here in the house.” I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, forcing my body to stay in control even though my mind was screaming. “I know you just want to protect my daughter...” Her voice faltered halfway through, becoming softer, more fragile. “That you just want her to feel okay, to not feel... to not feel alone.” She took a deep breath, and her pause was long and heavy, as if she were choosing each word with extreme care.“But I...” Amelia swallowed hard, and her eyes welled up with tears, and her breathing became shorter. “I don’t think that making her take care of someone else&

POV: LAURENI took a deep breath, but the air felt heavy, harsh, almost impossible to pull in. Every step I took felt like an almost superhuman effort. My arms were shaking—I didn’t even know if it was from exhaustion, anxiety, or the unbearable pain eating me alive from the inside. “The problem… isn’t that, Kate.” My voice cracked halfway through the sentence. I froze at the doorway to my daughter’s room. My eyes scanned every little detail inside—the mobile hanging from the ceiling, the tiny armchair in the corner, the folded blankets, and the stuffed animals perfectly lined up on the shelf. Everything… absolutely everything had been prepared with so much love, so much care, so much hope. I swallowed hard, but it felt like the saliva simply wouldn’t go down. “How…” My voice broke again. I had to breathe deeply and try one more time.

POV: LAURENHis eyes widened. His long lashes, now damp with tears, fluttered as he absorbed my words. His small, still trembling body curled a bit closer to mine, and I saw him swallow hard before lifting his head to look at me with those blue eyes that always disarmed me. “F-Fairy…” Theo whispered, his voice weak, barely audible. His lips trembled, and I could tell he was gathering every ounce of courage to ask. “Does…” He took a deep breath, gripping my arm tightly. “Doesn’t this… hurt you?” His gaze tightened, confused, lost, as he continued, “Don’t you… miss her?” I blinked a few times, fighting the lump in my throat, while gently caressing his little face with my fingertips, feeling his warm, sensitive, trembling skin. “With every single breath I take, my love,” I confessed, my voice thick

POV: LAUREN“Well, naturally, he would know when he received the notification about the paternity test.” Henry captured a strand of my hair and wrapped it around his fingers, bringing it close to his nose to inhale my scent. The firm touch and the way he held each strand made my skin tingle. “You don’t need to worry about dealing with Ethan. We’ll handle everything with legal agreements, and I’ll talk to him myself.”I took a deep breath, feeling his scent so close. My fingers trembled as I gripped the edge of the table, trying not to show any sign of weakness.“No.” My voice came out firm, but a little unsteady. Henry’s gaze darkened, and he frowned, clearly expecting me to back down. “Ethan isn’t the best person, but I hid his paternity. It was my mistake from the beginning. I need to handle this on my own, face-to-face, like it should have been from the start.”He didn’t answer right away. His hand moved from my hair to my chin, holding it firmly. His touch burned, and the air betw

POV: HENRYIt took a while for Lauren to finally relax in my arms. Her breathing started to become deeper and more rhythmic, a sign that her body was finally giving in to exhaustion. Her eyes were closed, still slightly swollen from the tears she had shed over the past few days. Furthermore, her face, though tired, was still beautiful. She had that serene kind of beauty that disarmed me, even when she was falling apart. Golden strands of her hair were spread across my shoulder and arm, and her head rested on my chest, right where my heart was beating. One of her hands lay on my torso, her fingers slightly curled as if holding on to me unconsciously. Her leg was tangled with mine, like her body instinctively knew it needed to cling to me to keep from breaking. It was as if she needed to be sure I wasn’t going anywhere. “And I’m not going anywhere, my love,” I murmured softly, almost in a whisper, tilting my head