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Nash's eyes fixed on Nina.

Feeling uneasy under his intense gaze, Nina asked, "Are you done swimming? If so, can I leave now?"

Nash's eyes darkened further. "Are you lying to me?"

Nina's heart tightened, as if bound by an invisible string. She met his gaze and said, "No."

Nash's brows furrowed slightly, and he slowly released her. "You've lied to me once. I won't allow you to lie to me again."

Nina remained silent. Given their current situation, whether she lied or not seemed irrelevant. Sometimes, lying was a way to protect herself.

Nash did not press her further but instead let her go to the changing room to put on a fresh set of clothes. He had prepared everything in advance. Inside the changing room, a female secretary handed her a comfortable, loose-fitting tracksuit. "Miss Walker, Mr. York asked me to bring this for you." Nina's clothes were soaked through, and her hair was half-wet. She planned to towel it dry. "Alright, you can leave now."

suggested, "Would you like to take a

I'll

for you," the secretary said

tracksuit, the door opened. Assuming it was the secretary with the hairdryer, she

spread through her strands. The slightly rough touch of the fingertips made Nina feel something was off. She turned around and saw Nash standing

for a

brushed through her hair. "Is

His hair was still damp, and he wore matching tracksuit. He lacked his usual stern demeanor and instead exuded a

looked into his eyes, she thought she saw

was she thinking? Men

averted her gaze. "I'll do

hand out of her reach.