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She looked up and saw Quincy opening the car door, shaking her gently. She sat up, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. York drank a lot today and still can't wake up," Quincy explained.

Quickly glancing over, she saw Nash sleeping in the same position as before, leaning against the seat back, breathing steadily, showing no signs of waking up. Perhaps he had drunk too much and was a bit exhausted. But this was rare for him. In her memory, he never got drunk and fell into a deep sleep like this.

Realizing they had already arrived at the doorstep, she said, "I'll have someone help him back inside. Quincy, it's already late, you should go home and rest first," Nina instantly sobered up. Quincy nodded. "Okay, take good care of Mr. York." Nina got out of the car and hurried inside to call the helpers to help carry Nash in.

Once they got him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed, Nina felt like she had used up all her strength. She looked at the man on the bed who hadn't woken up yet, took off his shoes, and hung his suit jacket on the hanger.

She smelled the strong scent of alcohol on him. It seemed like he had really been drinking a lot.

At that moment, Nash turned over, instinctively pulling Nina into his embrace. Holding her tightly. Nina couldn't move, feeling her abdomen against his face, stiffening for a moment.

Looking again at Nash, who was now resting on her legs, he seemed to have shed the coldness he had during the day, resembling a child seeking warmth.

He was completely different from his usual domineering image. Without his usual aloofness, she gently placed her hand on his face, tracing his prominent nose. If only he could stay like this forever.

smile, but she quickly pulled Nash's hand away and hurried to the bathroom to fetch a

with a warm towel before wiping his body. As the towel moved slowly down his neck, Nina's body suddenly stiffened. She paused her hand as her breath grew

in the dim light of the bedside lamp, she saw the

to him for

him bare his body.

deliberately avoid it. Occasionally,

so carefully. Turns out his

wounds on his abdomen, and she dared not imagine what his back looked like. Why were there so many wounds He, the successor of the York family, had been pampered since childhood, how could

many injuries?

that she knew too little about

remembered had been with her

scars, but she couldn't help but

she knew he had used her, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the wounds on his body. There were traces of being shot in