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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.

for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet, she remained

and applied it to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of her,

being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care of him every day,

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

you crying? Did I hurt you?”

felt her emotions fluctuating too much, feeling unlike herself. “It’s not painful, it’s just my eyes are uncomfortable. Mr. York, I

it. He frowned. “At home, it’s not like we’re at the office. You don’t have to be fully armored in front

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

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

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

“I’m tired today. Let’s

but to

pressed tightly against hers, making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in

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

“I’m not used to

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

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

began, “Nash… if

rang, diverting his attention to the device. The words she wanted to say remained unspoken.

the roles of husband

secretary. But this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the phone

its usual calmness. He released her and sat up,

“Hello.”

a stern expression and passed her by

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

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

heart, she would only cry secretly for