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Nash and Nina were both drawn to this voice. They saw a girl in a long pink dress. She was tall with fair skin, hair elegantly pinned up, and adorned with jewels. She was running towards Nash while holding up her skirt. She wore a silver-white mask similar to the one on Nash's face.

Most notably, there was a significant height difference between them when the girl reached Nash. Recognizing him even with his mask on indicated a strong familiarity.

"Who are you?" Nash frowned. He was certain this girl was not Nina. He had no idea what tricks his aunt was up to, and he was unaware that Nina was watching everything.

The girl smiled, lifting the corners of her mouth. "Nash, never mind who I am. Can I invite you to dance now? Since my aunt hosted tonight's event, I should make good use of this opportunity, shouldn't I?" The girl's reference to "aunt" piqued the curiosity of Nash and Nina. Who exactly was this girl?

Nash coldly declined her offer, "I don't accept invitations from strangers."

In the next moment, Nash turned away.

"Nash, will you still reject me now?" A slightly weighty voice sounded behind Nash, and Nina saw the girl remove her mask, revealing a sweet and delicate face.

Nash did not even turn his head.

"Click."

The door to Nina was pushed open, and Nash, wearing a silver-white metallic mask, appeared before her. He did not say anything, just extended his hand toward her.

Behind Nash stood the girl from earlier. She did not want to embarrass him in public, especially since she was still wearing her mask. Nina was not sure if the girl recognized her. Nina placed her hand in Nash's, and he held it as they walked out. However, the girl blocked their path. "No wonder you did not accept my invitation; you have a beauty by your side." Nash squinted at the sound of her voice, finally taking note of the girl's appearance. "It's you," he said, his tone slightly chilly.

The girl smiled sweetly. "Recognize me now? Don't spoil my aunt's party. There are activities all night."

"No need," Nash said coldly, then led Nina past the girl without looking back.

Zoe saw them leaving but did not stop them. However, the girl's appearance had planted a seed of doubt in Nina's mind. Still, she did not ask Nash

bedroom upstairs, pressing her down and holding her chin. "Nina, don't you have anything to ask

on Nina, dark and unreadable, seeming to contain

that was just

do you want

said, releasing her. The next moment, he got up and

resisted the urge to look at

The next day.

was neatly arranged. To conceal her weary appearance, she had applied light makeup. "Nina, you're not going to work but already

of

present her best self to him, even preparing breakfast. Now, it had become a habit ingrained in

body's rhythm.

habit, but what if we divorce? Will you get used to that?" Nash gave Nina a meaningful look before walking towards the sofa. He placed the breakfast

calm. "Before I was with you, I hadn't developed this habit. Now, if we separate, the habits

respond.

Nina was too calm.

arrangement. But why did you marry me? For Mrs. York's social status, or because of the two million?" Nash's throat

so

how could she be

"You can think of it as the

sat down, eating slowly and deliberately, one small bite