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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.

After holding on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of

Watching him crouch in front 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 care of him every day, was not as effective as getting a minor injury to attract his attention. This little injury

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

crying? Did

not painful, it’s just my eyes are uncomfortable. Mr. York, I

we’re at the office. You don’t have to be fully armored in front of me every day. At home,

years, Nina had lived like this. At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title of Mrs. York, but she

at his face, 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

Nina to stiffen, her head against

his brows. “I’m tired today. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

had no choice but to drop the subject.

his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in the comforting scent of

slightly recoil, and his warm breath whispered in her ear, “Are you afraid

“I’m not used

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

his chest, feeling the warmth enveloping her, which made her cheeks flush slightly. She looked up again, wondering if there would be a turning

if possible, can

his attention to the device.

roles of husband and

this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the phone and saw

to its usual calmness. He released her and sat

“Hello.”

up from the bed with a stern expression and

could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings between him and you. That

with warmth gathering in her eyes. She closed her

would only cry secretly for him, but she never let him see. She remembered her identity very well; she was just a secretary by his