"Nina seems to be in a bad mood today. She didn't want to come to deliver the documents, so I had to come instead," Miranda placed her scalded hand in front of him. "Nash, don't blame Nina. I don't think she did it on purpose. I hope it didn't delay you."

It was the first time Nina had done something like this with the company's documents in someone else's hands. Nash's expression was grim, but he restrained himself in front of Miranda. He just adjusted his tie and replied calmly, "It's okay." Changing the subject, he added, "Since you're here, stay for a while."

Hearing him say this, Miranda felt a sense of relief. At least he accepted her and didn't dislike her. "Aren't you supposed to have a meeting? Will I disturb you?" Nash made a call, "The meeting is postponed for half an hour."

Miranda smiled faintly. Before coming, she had wondered if her departure without notice would make him resentful. It didn't seem as bad as she had imagined. Lost time could be made up for.

Sitting on the sofa, Miranda was both hopeful and hesitant. She wanted to explain, "Nash, I have a lot to say to you. I know I was wrong to leave without telling you, but I'm back now..." "I need to deal with some work first," Nash interrupted her.

Miranda swallowed her words again, seeing that he seemed busy. She could only say, "Then I'll wait until you're done." Miranda didn't dare to disturb him, yet she didn't know how long she had to wait before they could have a face-to-face conversation.

She couldn't quite gauge his mood. It wasn't until Quincy walked in from outside that Nash stopped his work.

He approached, and Miranda called out with a smile, "Nash, I..."

"Is your hand still hurting?"

Did he notice her injured hand? Was he concerned about her?

Miranda quickly shook her head, "It's not hurting anymore."

feeling well because of the change in environment. Your throat's bothering you,

feeling well recently, indicating that he still cared about her. She quickly opened the bottle of medicine and measured the correct dosage with a spoon, smiling brightly, "Nash, you're still so caring. I'm

an unpleasant smell. She didn't like the smell of medicine, but if it was given by Nash,

it all in one gulp, Nash finally shifted his gaze away. "Mr. York, the meeting is about to start,"

have to get busy,

say, she could only be understanding, "Okay, I'll come see

Nash walked out.

this time coming back, he

expressionless, even cold, "Miranda went to

that the woman from last night was Miranda, and she might get pregnant. Taking birth

day, Nina didn't come to the company, nor did she call in sick. Usually, she was always by his side, his right-hand woman, never missing

anger inside. He wore a stern expression all day, never

in a state of shock. Her injuries had not been treated in time, and blisters had formed

as he asked, "Where's Nina?" "Upstairs," the helper replied, "She hasn't come out since she returned from outside." With the answer, Nash

to the bedside and bent down to touch the blanket. "Don't touch me!" Nina swatted his hand

heard movement at the door a long time ago, thinking she was going to be dragged back into the dark room. Each footstep was like a weight on her heart. She tightly wrapped herself in the

so intense. His face darkened, his voice turning cold. "Nina, if it weren't for you playing tricks, do you think I would want to touch

his words still stung her wounded

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