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Nash was surprised that she brought this up. "Why didn't you mention it last time?"

"You didn't give me a chance to explain previously," Nina remembered how he had walked away without a word, not even listening to her.

Nash had doubts and asked again, "If Linda wasn't brought by you, she shouldn't know you. The first time I met her, she was so familiar with you, so she must have known you for a short time." Her words and actions indeed didn't make sense. Fortunately, when she first met Linda, she didn't say too much, and no one knew she was looking for a stand-in. Now, it gave her an excuse.

"I did indeed meet her twice," Nina didn't deny. "Wasn't it you who tasked me with finding her? I surely had to take your instructions seriously."

Nash caught onto her words, questioning, "So if she hadn't come to me, you would've kept it to yourself and not informed me?"

This caught Nina off guard. Afraid that Nash might think she was being deceptive, she explained, "I hadn't figured it out clearly yet. If it really was her, I would have brought her to you right away." In the end, she didn't even realize why he was angry.

She had always been a diligent and responsible secretary, willing to take on responsibilities. However, if it wasn't her responsibility, she did not want to bear any part of it. She had never even considered that she was still his wife.

Nash adjusted his tie and said indifferently, "I see. You can leave now."

Nash heard her words, and given the extent of what she said, it implied that from now on, she wouldn't be held responsible for anything.

"Alright, Mr. York, rest well for a while. I'll call you when the food is ready," Nina said.

She walked out and quietly closed the door.

Nash stared at the steaming bowl of beef stew, took a spoon and stirred it, unable to suppress a sneer.

When Linda didn't see Nina in the kitchen, she came running to ask, "Where's Nina?"

The servant replied, "Mr. York has been feeling quite hot lately. Miss Nina made a glass of lemonade and took it up."

Linda's attention. "How long has

about

concerned about Nash's health. Was it part of her duties as a secretary

downstairs, holding an empty tray. The beef

long time, pondering whether the boss could

went to call Nash down for dinner. The three of them sat at the same table, but there was an

take a step forward. She took the serving spoon and served some food for Nina. "Nina, try the cook's specialty dish, it's spicy and sour, really delicious." Nash glanced up and saw Linda

embarrassed by his comment. She withdrew her hand and said, "Oh,

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it, then she wouldn't be overly enthusiastic. As she ate her pasta, she pondered, glancing at Nash, He seemed to understand Nina very well. Could a boss really know the preferences

"Ugh-"

covering her mouth as she

serious as he

of emptiness inside. Could a boss really

Nash frowned, standing at the bathroom door. He saw Nina bent over the toilet,

face was pale,

went to support her, whispering

his gaze on her while she vomited,

like this before, growing even more concerned. His voice was

Nash's sleeve, her

reaction was intense; she was very afraid of going to the hospital. This made