All Chapters of THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV: LAURENThe car stopped in front of the mansion. I kept my gaze steady on Henry Carter, not looking away. “Mrs. Becker, let's go to my office. The housekeeper will take care of Theodor until we're done.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. He got out of the car without waiting for a response. I felt Theo’s small hand tighten around mine. His teary eyes stared at me, filled with worry. “Uncle Henry is upset,” he murmured. I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.“Don't worry about that now, my brave boy.” I smiled, even as nervousness tightened its grip on me. “I'll figure out what's going on, and then we'll talk, I promise.” “I won’t let him take you away from me!” Theo declared, puffing out his chest. He jumped out of the car and shot a cold look at his uncle

POV: LAUREN“Oh, really?” Carter raised an eyebrow, clearly holding back a laugh. “And how do you plan to pay her salary every month? With what money?” “You can give her my allowance!” Theo shot back without hesitation. My heart tightened at his gesture. I placed a hand over my chest, touched, and smiled at such kindness. “Theo, my little one, you don’t have to do that.” I kneeled to his level and hugged him tightly. “But thank you for wanting me to stay.” “Fairy, if you leave, I’m leaving too!” Theo stated seriously, catching us by surprise. “Hey, kiddo, that’s not necessary. I’m not firing your nanny.” Henry intervened, rubbing the back of his neck, visibly uncomfortable. “You’re not?” Theo’s eyes widened as he looked fr

POV: LAURENI felt Henry Carter’s gaze fixed on me as I stepped out of the pool with Theo in my arms. The cold breeze sent shivers down my skin, but that wasn’t the only reason. My body was wet, the swimsuit clung too much, and the awareness of being exposed under that intense gaze unsettled me.I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the strange sensation.“Don't start with this, Lauren,” I scolded myself mentally, focusing on what really mattered—getting Theo inside before he caught a cold.The little one trembled slightly but was still smiling, completely oblivious to the way Henry affected me.After Theo’s bath and another playful session with towels and bubbles, the rest of the afternoon passed without any sign of Carter. He seemed to have vanished, and I should have felt relieved. But for some reason, his absence only made the memory of his gaze even more present.To distract my mind, I decided to teach Theo a cookie recipe. He loved the idea. We made a huge mess in the kitchen,

POV: HENRYThe warmth of her lips against mine was real, intense. Her uneven breaths mixed with mine, and all it would take was a single word for me to kiss her the way we both wanted. I kept the touch light, teasing and moistening my lips before brushing the tip of my tongue against hers, testing her reaction. “Mr. Carter…” Lauren murmured, her voice low, filled with something she couldn’t quite hide. Her arms slid around my neck, her fingers grazing the back of my head. She lifted slightly onto her toes, closing the space between us. My gaze locked onto hers, trying to decipher just how far she wanted to take this. “You’re not going to seduce me into accepting the contract,” she whispered against my mouth, a challenge disguised as provocation. Before I could react, Lauren gently pushed me away and turned her back, staring out at the view. I took a d

POV: HENRYI had forgotten an important folder at home and had to go back to get it. I was supposed to meet some clients at the new nightclub—Lucian’s idea—who insisted on taking the French investors out for a night of fun before closing our business deal. I was just about to leave the mansion when a car pulled up in front. I stood still, watching as a tall, well-dressed man stepped out and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door with a chivalrous gesture. Then, I saw Lauren Becker step out of the car. My eyes narrowed as he took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Crossing my arms, I felt my fingers dig into my biceps, unable to understand why that small gesture irritated me so much. When Lauren turned around, her body tensed the moment she saw me standing there—like she had been caught in the act.