Nina stopped in her tracks, her demeanor devoid of the harmony that would typically exist between them as spouses, instead exuding an air of detachment more akin to that of superior and subordinate: “Mr. York, do you have any further instructions?”

Nash turned his head, gazing at Nina’s somewhat distant expression, his tone carrying a commanding undertone. “Sit down.”

Nina suddenly couldn’t fathom what he intended to do next.

Nash approached.

As he drew nearer, Nina watched, sensing a difference in the air, making it feel thin, tense, and peculiar.

She remained still, but Nash took the initiative to grasp her hand.

The warmth of his palm against hers felt like a burn, and she instinctively tried to pull away. However, Nash held her firmly, not giving her the chance to withdraw, pulling her aside instead, his brows furrowed as he asked, “You’ve injured your hand. Didn’t you notice?”

His concern caught Nina off guard. “I… I’m fine,” she stammered.

“Your hand has blistered,” Nash remarked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She lowered her gaze to their clasped hands, which were now being examined by him. Over the many years they had known each other, there had been countless times when she wanted to hold his hand, seeking warmth and guidance. But she never had the chance. Just when she was ready to give up, he would offer her a trace of warmth again.

“It’s just a minor issue. I think it’ll be fine in a couple of days,” Nina replied.

“I’ll have someone bring over some burn ointment,” Nash stated.

After holding on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet, she remained soberly aware—he didn’t

applied it to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of her, being so careful, made her feel like she might become the

She even had the ridiculous thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care

her cheek, landing perfectly on the back of Nash’s hand. He raised his gaze, noticing Nina’s

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emotions fluctuating too much, feeling unlike herself. “It’s not painful, it’s just my eyes are uncomfortable. Mr. York, I won’t let this happen again.”

bit tired of it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the office. You don’t have to be fully armored in front of me every day. At home, you can

like this. At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title

the one she had admired for so many years. The feeling of not getting a response from the person she loved for so long would eventually become exhausting. She paused and finally spoke up, “Nash, when should

pulled her into his arms, causing Nina to stiffen, her head against

his brows. “I’m tired today. Let’s talk

but to

making her feel his warm temperature. His

abdomen, causing her body to slightly recoil, and his

gaze. “I’m

you’ll gradually get used to it. One day, you’ll be accustomed

her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning point in their

if possible, can we—”

rang, diverting his attention to the device.

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his sight as a secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the phone and saw the name “Miranda” on the screen, she was immediately brought back

returned to its usual calmness. He released her and sat up,

“Hello.”

bed with a stern expression and passed her by as he

heart sank, and a hint of mockery tugged at her lips. Nina, oh Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between him and you. That was what he said when they got married three

inexplicably bitter, with warmth gathering in her eyes. She closed her

out about the person in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him see. She remembered her identity very well; she was just a

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