It was as if he had let down his guard in front of her.

She knew it would be like this. His sturdy back also bore wounds, scars crisscrossing it, giving it a fierce appearance, leaving marks of imperfection on that flawless figure.

Nina looked at his broad back, knowing his capacity now to shoulder the responsibilities of the York family, but who would imagine the weight his shoulders bore.

Her hand gently touched his back, causing Nash's body to stiffen for a moment. His gaze deep, he didn't reject her touch, only his hoarse voice telling her, "It doesn't hurt anymore." Each scar pierced Nina's heart. She remained silent, but her fists clenched tightly.

He was unwilling to bring it up, perhaps these scars were memories Nash preferred not to revisit, including the time with her.

Nina pursed her lips, took a few steps back, and withdrew her hand. She realized there were still secrets about Nash she didn't know. She even speculated that he used to be "Zac," not Nash.

claim that she was the one who raised Nash, implying that Sally had no

was all too strange. Perhaps Sally simply didn't love her son very much, leaving his childhood less than happy. Looking at it now, Sally

in turmoil, but she regained composure and calmly said to

Nash calmly pulled on his shirt and headed to

sync, went to the closet to fetch clothes for him.

by the bathroom door. Taking care of his daily life had become routine for her,

absence? Would another woman come into his

wouldn't stop spinning just because someone was gone; Nash could carry on without her. Nina grabbed her own pajamas and enjoyed a leisurely shower in the adjacent bathroom before returning

lay down and closed her eyes. Soon enough, Nash emerged from the shower. She remained still, feigning sleep, feeling

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