Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

POV: LAURENI was washing dishes in the back of the restaurant, the smell of food and detergent clinging to my already worn-out uniform. Kate had recommended me for the job, hoping to help me rebuild my life. There wasn’t much to learn here—clean, wash, repeat. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was a way to make some money. There was no room for pride, not with debts piling up and my mother needing care.“Lauren!” The impatient voice of the manager made me look up. “Table four, now!”I sighed, wiping my hands on my apron before leaving the kitchen. I knew I shouldn’t take too long, but as I glanced at the indicated table, my stomach churned. Sitting there, with smug smiles, were Ethan and Violet.My ex-husband was as impeccable as ever, wearing a suit that probably cost more than everything I had in the bank. Violet, sitting beside him, looked like a model in a tight dress, her expression radiating superiority. My feet nearly froze on the spot, but I knew I had no choice.Swallowing hard, I

POV: LAURENI watched that arrogant, imposing man in his impeccable suit walk away, hand in hand with the adorable boy with bright eyes. The boy, however, kept looking back, his sad expression mirroring what I felt inside.“I understand your pain,” I thought, feeling the tightness in my chest. He was so young, facing something so difficult.Suddenly, the boy let go of his hand and ran back to me, gripping the fabric of my clothes with determination.“Please, fairy, you like me, don’t you?” he asked with captivating sweetness, blinking his eyelashes innocently. “I promise I’ll behave. Stay with me!”I held his small hands, surprised and thoughtful.“Of course I like you, my brave little one,” I replied with a smile, watching relief light up his face.“Then you’ll take care of me?” he asked hopefully, bouncing with excitement as he swung my hands.“And? Will you accept?” That firm, commanding voice interrupted, drawing my attention. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, radiating the

POV: LAURENAfter my conversation with Henry Carter and under his ever-skeptical gaze, I left the office feeling drained. One of the housemaids guided me to the room adjacent to Theodor’s. After a quick shower, I noticed a tray of fruits and juice placed strategically on the small table next to the bed. Besides, it was a piece of letterhead titled “House Schedule” and, just below, “Theodor Carter’s Agenda.”Sitting on the bed, I picked up the paper curiously. The schedule was meticulous, detailing times for almost every imaginable activity. I had the distinct feeling that if I looked closely enough, there might even be a scheduled time for bathroom breaks.“Henry Carter doesn’t mess around when it comes to control,” I murmured, taking a sip of juice as I flipped through the pages.When I reached Theodor’s agenda, my expression shifted to something between disbelief and concern. The routine was exhausting, even for an adult. It included language lessons, traditional school curriculum s

POV: LAURENIn the middle of a busy morning, Henry informed me that he had an important meeting in his office and made it very clear that Theo was not to disturb him. I decided to use the time to play with the little one and ease some of the tension that had built up over the past few days.While we were playing hide-and-seek, I started to feel unusually nauseous—something that had become more frequent due to my pregnancy. I tried to ignore the discomfort as I ran toward the “wall” that marked the end of the game, but I couldn’t hold it in. I dashed to the bed and threw up, emptying my stomach completely.Theo saw me in that state and looked visibly frightened. He came over, rubbing my back with his small hands in a sweet yet deeply worried gesture.“Fairy, are you okay?” he asked, his voice trembling. “Are you going to die?”Before I could calm him down, Theo turned around and bolted toward the mansion, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Uncle Henry, hurry! The fairy is sick!”“Theo,

POV: LAURENAfter sharing my idea with Henry and hearing his reluctant agreement to participate more in Theodor’s small activities, I left his room with my heart still racing. That man knew exactly how to provoke a woman, and that made him dangerous.“As if he’d ever be interested in a divorced, broke, and pregnant woman!” I muttered to myself.The next day, I decided to plan a special movie night for Theodor—something simple, but enough to take some weight off his intense routine.“But Uncle Henry doesn’t let me eat junk food,” Theo said with a hesitant air, crossing his arms. “He’s so boring and no fun.”“Theo, that’s not fair,” I corrected him gently, offering a small smile. “Your uncle is just trying to take care of you and make sure you stay healthy.”He sighed, but I noticed his eyes sparkled with the idea of breaking a rule.“So... just tonight?” he asked quietly, as if someone might overhear us.“It’ll be our little secret,” I whispered, winking at him, watching his face light