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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.

seemed like there was finally a bit of

him crouch in front of her, being so careful, made her feel like she might become the woman he cherished.

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

hand. He raised his gaze, noticing Nina’s moist eyes. It was

crying? Did I hurt

too much, feeling unlike herself. “It’s not painful, it’s just my eyes

a bit tired of it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the office. You don’t have to be fully

At home, she had the title of Mrs.

a response from the person she loved for so long would eventually become exhausting. She paused and finally spoke

Nash pulled her into his arms, causing Nina to stiffen, her head against his shoulder, unable to say

brows. “I’m tired today.

no choice but to drop the

feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in the

palm pressed against her abdomen, causing her body to slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in her ear, “Are you afraid of tickling?”

her gaze. “I’m

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

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

began, “Nash… if

his attention to the device. The words she

roles of

second. When he picked up the phone and saw the

He released her

“Hello.”

up from the bed with a stern expression and passed

Nina, oh Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between

her head, feeling inexplicably bitter, with warmth gathering in her eyes. She closed her eyes, refusing to shed tears

she found out about the person in his heart, she would only cry secretly for him, but