Semua Bab THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Bab 21 - Bab 30

POV: HENRYI hesitated in front of the door, my hand hovering midair, ready to knock. But something held me back. The muffled sound of her crying seeped through the wood, heavy with anguish. I clenched my fists, closed my eyes, and let out a long sigh. I knew that, even if I asked, she wouldn’t tell me what was going on. Turning away in frustration, I made my way to my office. Lauren’s perfume still clung to my clothes, a vivid reminder that unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. The trembling of her body in my arms and the fear evident in her every movement lingered fresh in my mind, leaving me restless. I turned on the computer, my patience already worn thin. I accessed the house’s security cameras, knowing there was one installed in the kitchen. As the image loaded, I ran a hand over my face, trying to keep control. When the footage finally played, my jaw tightened, and I slammed my fist onto the desk.&

POV: LAURENA burnt pancake, too much chocolate syrup, and contagious laughter. That morning carried something special light, carefree atmosphere that was rare to witness. Henry, usually so strict and serious, was genuinely trying to connect with Theo. And it was working. Sometimes, I caught Theodor sneaking fascinating glances at his uncle, as if he couldn’t believe this new dynamic.“How about we paint?” I suggested with an enthusiastic smile. The reaction was immediate: both of them turned to me with skeptical expressions, as though I’d proposed something utterly absurd.“Paint?” Henry arched an eyebrow, running a hand casually through his hair. “That doesn’t sound very productive,” he remarked, casting a quick glance at Theo before sighing. “But we can give it a shot. What do you think, kiddo?”“Really?” Theo’s eyes lit up for a brief moment, but hesitation quickly followed. “You’re not going to mind the mess?”“Messes are part of the process,” Henry replied, winking at his nephew

POV: LAURENI was surprised when the housekeeper came to take my measurements, and even more so when I opened the box that arrived hours later. Inside was a stunning dress, as if it had come straight off the cover of a magazine. Since marrying Ethan, my style has become more subdued, because, according to him, there is no need to waste money on “frivolities.”“Tell that to your mistress,” I murmured sarcastically, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I finished getting ready.The dress fit my body perfectly, elegantly and discreetly accentuating my curves. Despite the pregnancy, my belly was still unnoticeable, and the fabric draped flawlessly. It was sophisticated, with just the right balance of class and sensuality—something I hadn’t worn in a long time.How long had it been since I last felt this beautiful? I gently touched the skin exposed by the subtle neckline, letting my thoughts drift for a moment, imagining what it would be like to wear dresses like this when my belly wa

POV: LAURENI nodded quickly, trying to steady the surge of emotions washing over me. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the tension between Henry and Mia or the confusing feelings he always managed to stir in me. As I stepped away, I could hear Mia say something in an acidic tone, but Henry’s response was firm, his voice low and controlled as always. Their exchange echoed in my mind while I searched for Theodor. Soon, I felt a small tug on the hem of my dress and looked down to find Theo grinning mischievously. “Fairy, they have ice cream!” he exclaimed excitedly, pointing toward a nearby cart. “Can we get some without Uncle Henry seeing?” “We can, but you have to promise me you won’t spill on your clothes, okay?” I replied with a playful smile, trying to keep the mood light. Theo nodded enthusiastically as I glanced toward the back of the

POV: LAUREN“I deeply apologize for this scene, Mr. Carter,” I said, releasing Claire's wrist but still glaring at her, keeping my voice steady. “It was merely a misunderstanding.”“A misunderstanding?” Claire snapped, clutching her wrist as if mortally wounded. “This uncivilized brute threatened to hit me and break my wrist!”“Is that true, Ms. Becker?” Henry tilted his head slightly, his analytical gaze seeming to pierce right through me.“Yes,” I answered without hesitation, holding my calm demeanor. I noticed one of his eyebrows arch in response as his stare remained locked on me. “And I don’t regret it.”“There, you see, Mr. Carter?” Claire whined, rushing over to him like a spoiled child, placing her hands on his shoulders and positioning herself behind him. “This woman is completely unhinged. She should be fired!”“Uncle Henry, that’s not fair!” Theo interjected, gripping my hand tightly. “The fairy was just protecting me! That mean lady tried to hit me first!”“Theo!” I scolde