As Miranda was about to get off the car, her phone rang. It was the delivery guy. "Hello, Miss Miranda, you have a few packages that need to be picked up downstairs."

Miranda saw the delivery guy not far from the car, with several packages on a small cart. She turned to Nash for help, "Nash, could you help me? These are the light bulbs I ordered, and my home's light bulbs are not working."

Nash did not respond immediately. However, a few seconds later, he got out of the car.

Five minutes later, Nash had Quincy bring the cart and Miranda to her floor. However, he gave Quincy a meaningful look. Understanding his intention, Quincy unpacked the packages and helped replace the light bulbs.

Nash was about to call Nina when Miranda accidentally bumped into him.

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out an involuntary cry of pain as the

a brand my friend created. It's really good, and I wanted you

Nash replied calmly. Though his white shirt was now stained

bathrobes. You go take a shower and change first. Let Quincy prepare a clean set of clothes for you. I'll tidy up

Miranda took a sharp intake

softly, "You should hire a

living alone. I think I

I'll go." Nash stopped her, succinct

still bleeding profusely. She pressed her lips together. "I don't think you can find. I'll

it with tissue first." Without delay, Nash helped Miranda to her

she leaned toward him, her bleeding finger stained his clothes. She hurriedly apologized, "Nash, swear... I've been a mess lately, messing up everything. Being a

her finger with

as he said. When she emerged, she had already applied the band-aid to

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