บททั้งหมดของ THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

POV: HENRY“I… I regret it, my love.” Mia suddenly lunged forward, trying to hug me. A groan of pain escaped when she pressed against my abdomen. Before I could react, Lauren noticed and grabbed Mia’s arm with force, her nails digging into her skin. “He’s injured, you damn witch!” Lauren shouted, shoveling her hard. Mia stumbled to the side, caught off guard, but her expression quickly twisted into pure hatred. “Henry, your bandage.” Lauren’s voice wavered as she noticed the blood spreading through the dressing. I looked down and saw the red stain growing. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I took an unsteady step back, bracing myself against the hospital bed. Lauren moved quickly, gripping my arm and helping me settle back onto the bed. Mia tried to step forward, but Kate b

POV: LAURENI wrung my hands nervously, feeling my throat tighten. Slowly, I turned to face him, my tear-filled eyes meeting his. His expression, once filled with authority, softened slightly. He reached out his hand toward me.“Come here.” Henry’s voice was firm—it wasn’t a request, it was a command.My body reacted before my mind could process it, and without thinking, I stepped closer, placing my hand in his. Henry pulled me in too close, his warm hand settling firmly on my waist. The other slid slowly up my arm, reaching my chin, holding it gently but giving me no room to pull away.“Just say it, Becker,” he said, low and husky, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite name.My chest rose and fell quickly. My heart pounded hard, confused, and lost in his piercing gaze.“Why did you protect me like that, Henry?” My voice trembled. The memory of that moment crashed over me—the fear, the sound of the gunshot, the blood… My body reacted, a shiver running through me. Henry notic

POV: HENRYThis wasn’t part of the plan. I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed but still frustrated with my own thoughts. Stopping in front of the mirror, I ran my fingers along the side of the wound on my abdomen. The stitches were holding well. “Could have been worse,” I muttered, letting out a long sigh. The truth was, I had almost died that night. And what bothered me the most wasn’t the fear for myself—but for her.The situation was slipping out of control. How many more clients wronged by Lauren’s father would show up demanding revenge? I instructed Lucian to contact the bank and conduct a deep investigation into Becker Enterprises, including all its debts. The answer came quickly. “The company’s system was hacked,” Lucian reported, his expression serious. &

POV: LAUREN“We already know where Theodor got his stubbornness from, don’t we?” I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow.“Uncle Henry is getting scolded!” Theo pointed at him and started laughing, clearly amused.“Hey, Theo, you should be on my side.” Henry shot his nephew a playful look.I sighed, massaging my temples. The Carters were a problem.“Okay, someone needs to keep you two in line,” I murmured, repeating the phrase my mother used to say when my father refused to take care of himself.When I looked up, both of them were staring at me, confused.“Theo, you have five minutes to get ready. The driver is already waiting to take you to school.”“But, Fairy…” He started to argue, but my stern expression made him give up. “Fine, but keep our deal.”“You have my word.” I crossed my fingers and brought them to my lips, making him laugh.Theo ran off to get ready, and I turned my attention back to Henry.“And you, Mr. Carter, back to bed.”“You don’t actually think I’m just going to ob

POV: HENRYLauren chewed slowly, studying me with that suspicious look she always gave me whenever I acted more considerate than I should. “If the doctor said you need to rest, then rest.” I kept my expression firm, leaving no room for arguments. “The maids can take care of Theodor; they’ve done it before.” She looked at me for a few seconds, and then something flashed in her eyes. A challenge. A hint of emotion I still couldn’t completely decipher. “Do you always have to be in control of everything?” Lauren sighed hesitantly, almost frustrated. I smirked, enjoying the subtle provocation behind her question. “I like when things go at my pace,” I replied huskily, with honesty. Lauren averted her gaze for a brief moment, fidgeting with her hands on her lap, clearly debating what to say next.