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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.

on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally

of her, being so careful, made her

make him look at her a little longer. She even had the ridiculous thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking

back of Nash’s hand. He raised his gaze, noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was the

Did I hurt

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

like we’re at the office. You don’t

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

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 we

Nina to stiffen, her head against his shoulder, unable

brows. “I’m tired today. Let’s

no choice but to drop the

feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in the comforting scent of pine, giving her a sense of

against her abdomen, causing her body to slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in her ear, “Are you afraid

gaze. “I’m not used

more proactive. He embraced her tightly, saying, “Then you’ll gradually get used to it. One

against his chest, feeling the warmth enveloping her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering

“Nash… if

to the device. The words she wanted to say

they assume the roles of husband and wife…

second. When he picked up

He released her and sat up, paying no heed to her words.

“Hello.”

stern expression and passed her by

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

with warmth gathering in her eyes. She

secretly for him, but