All Chapters of THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

POV: LAURENI swallowed hard, my body responding to the comforting warmth of his hand against my face. I clung to that touch, searching for the courage to go through with my plan. “I hope it is.” I confessed, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to ease the tightness in my chest. I pressed his hand closer to my face, as if I needed him to hold me together. “I hope you understand.” When I opened my eyes slowly, I found his brows drawn together. Henry didn’t say anything right away. He just watched me, thoughtful, his eyes scanning every detail of my expression, catching every trace of hesitation. Then a faint smile appeared on his lips. But it wasn’t a casual smile. It was the kind of smile that said he already sensed something was coming—something I wasn’t quite ready to reveal. Without another word, he pulled me into him, his lips finding mine with more hunger, more

POV: HENRYI rolled my eyes but didn’t press the issue. I walked straight into the nightclub, heading for the VIP area, feeling the discomfort growing in my chest. The loud music pounded through me, the scent of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume clung to the air, and the flashing lights made the place feel even more suffocating. Half-naked women moved between the guests, offering rehearsed smiles and opportunistic touches, trying to grab attention. The clients were already waiting for us, surrounded by expensive drinks and escorts rubbing against them like they were part of the furniture. I didn’t waste time with distractions, going straight to the point. After a few rounds of conversation, the deal was sealed without complications. I was gathering the documents when Lucian’s phone buzzed on the table. He hesitated for a second before answering. The moment he heard the voice on the other end, his expression changed. Worry hit his face lik

POV: HENRY“I'm going to take a shower, write down everything I remember, and call Lauren,” I said, trying to organize my thoughts.The truth was, I needed to act fast. Downstairs, the paparazzi were probably already gathering, ready to turn this story into an even bigger spectacle. On top of that, if I had really been drugged, the substance could leave my system at any moment. I needed to get my blood drawn as soon as possible.And above all, I needed to protect Lauren. I would fix this. I would make her believe me, because I would never betray her. Furthermore, I loved her. I loved the child she was carrying. I loved Theodor. Likewise, I would never destroy that. I would never destroy the family we were building.I stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water run over my tense body. My chest rose and fell unevenly. The weight of the situation made my breathing heavy. As I ran my hand over my chest, I felt deep scratches. The corner of my mouth stung, as if I had been bitten. But w

POV: LAUREN“What did you just say, Lauren?” Henry’s voice came out low, but it was laced with disbelief. His dark gaze pierced through me, and the tension in the air became suffocating. He ran a hand over his face, as if trying to process my words. His breathing was fast, his chest rising and falling heavily. “Are you telling me that this whole time, I’ve been walking around like a fool, believing that the child you're carrying is mine?” I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. “I never said it was, Henry.” My voice came out hesitant, fully aware of the weight of my omission. His eyes lit up with a fury I had never seen before. “But you never denied it either!” he exploded, rage spilling from every word. His body was tense, fists clenched, and he shook his head, letting out a humor

POV: HENRYWhen her body started to tremble and all the color drained from her skin, I found myself on the verge of giving in. I wanted to pull her into my arms, feel her warmth collapse against my chest, calm every sob, and wipe away every tear falling from those sweet, terrified eyes. I wanted to promise her that everything would be okay—even with chaos exploding inside me—because, damn it… I love her. Furthermore, I love her with a force that scares me. Like I’ve never loved anyone before. But the love I felt clashed violently with the bitter taste of disappointment. “In the end, Lauren.” I said, my voice lower and colder than I meant it to be, “The media was right about you.” I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, hands clasped in front of my rigid body. She stood frozen by the door, sobbing, her shoulders shaking in silence. Her trembling fin