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Nina stopped in her tracks, her demeanor devoid of the harmony that would typically exist between them as spouses, instead exuding an air of detachment more akin to that of superior and subordinate: "Mr. York, do you have any further instructions?"

Nash turned his head, gazing at Nina's somewhat distant expression, his tone carrying a commanding undertone. "Sit down."

Nina suddenly couldn't fathom what he intended to do next.

Nash approached.

As he drew nearer, Nina watched, sensing a difference in the air, making it feel thin, tense, and peculiar.

She remained still, but Nash took the initiative to grasp her hand.

The warmth of his palm against hers felt like a burn, and she instinctively tried to pull away. However, Nash held her firmly, not giving her the chance to withdraw, pulling her aside instead, his brows furrowed as he asked, "You've injured your hand. Didn't you notice?"

His concern caught Nina off guard. "I... I'm fine," she stammered.

"Your hand has blistered," Nash remarked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She lowered her gaze to their clasped hands, which were now being examined by him. Over the many years they had known each other, there had been countless times when she wanted to hold his hand, seeking warmth and guidance. But she never had the chance. Just when she was ready to give up, he would offer her a trace of warmth again.

"It's just a minor issue. I think it'll be fine in a couple of days," Nina replied.

"I'll have someone bring over some burn ointment," Nash stated.

Nina felt her eyes welling up with tears. After holding on for so many years, it seemed like there was finally a bit of reciprocation. Yet, she remained soberly aware-he didn't love her.

Nash took the burn ointment and applied it to her wound. Watching him crouch in front of her, being so careful, made her feel like she might become the woman he cherished.

thought that being by his side for seven years, diligently taking care of him every day, was not as effective as getting a minor injury to

cheek, landing perfectly on the back of Nash's hand. He raised his gaze, noticing Nina's moist eyes. It was the

feeling unlike herself. "It's not painful, it's just my eyes are uncomfortable.

the office. You don't have to be fully armored

At the office, she was a qualified secretary. At home, she had the title of Mrs. York, but she still did the things

of not getting a response from the person she loved for

into his arms, causing Nina to stiffen, her head against his shoulder, unable to say

brows. "I'm tired today. Let's talk about it

but to drop

in bed, Nina felt that he was behaving somewhat differently. His body was pressed tightly against hers, making her feel his warm temperature. His hand wrapped around

her body to slightly recoil, and

gaze. "I'm not used to

more proactive. He embraced her tightly, saying, "Then you'll

up again, wondering if there would be a turning point in their marriage. She also longed to change

"Nash... if

his attention to the device. The words she wanted to say remained

they assume the roles of husband and

this fleeting thought lasted only a second. When he picked up the phone and saw the name "Miranda" on the screen, she was immediately brought

returned to its usual calmness. He released her and sat up, paying no heed to her

"Hello."

from the bed with a stern expression and passed

sank, and a hint of mockery tugged at her lips. Nina, oh Nina, how could you entertain such fantasies? His heart belongs to Miranda; there will be no feelings