Chapter 13

His body was warm, carrying a strong scent of alcohol, his hot breath lingering by her ear. He's been drinking?

"Nash," Nina called out. But Nash wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in her hair, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Now Nina didn't move. She didn't quite understand why he drank so much.

Under the covers, Nina lay for a long time, her body almost stiff, wondering when he would get up. But he showed no intention of getting up, just lingering on her, greedy. He wouldn't mistake her for Miranda again, would he?

Nina called out again, "Nash..."

"I just want to lie like this for a while, Nina."

Hearing this, Nina fell silent again. The fact that he called her name meant he didn't see her as another woman. She rarely saw him in this state, feeling a bit at a loss.

But her heart softened, fearing he would fall asleep like this, fearing he would catch a cold. She nudged him, "Don't sleep like this. Either take a bath or cover yourselfproperly..."

Nash rolled over, and with a lift of his hand, Nina and the blanket were in his arms. He held her tightly, her nose filled with his breath, alcohol, and his fresh scent.

At the same time, she was flustered, her eyes meeting his. He hadn't closed his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on her, brows slightly furrowed, as if not too pleased. Why did she have to speculate whether he was happy or not? Was she thinking too much? She didn't want to pay too much attention to him.

Nash's hand caressed her forehead. The

warmth of his large palm made her feel unfamiliar. She tilted her head slightly, causing Nash to pause, and he asked carefully, "Does it hurt?"

Nina felt a sourness in her nose, perhaps from too much grievance, unable to withstand his concern. "Why are you asking these questions?" Her words carried a tone of complaint.

Nash patted her back as if to soothe her emotions. "I won't let you go to such dangerous places again in the future."

Was he really concerned about her? Just a moment ago, he was saying their

just a transaction, telling her

hand continued to comfort her. In that moment, Nina felt like he belonged to her. Only when he

to get closer to him. But her hand stopped in mid-air, and ultimately, her rationality dispelled her impulse.

everything would return to normal. He was Nash, and she could only be Nina. Her hand fell back

He must have fallen asleep. She finally spoke,

very easy to please but the idea of

Nina closed her eyes too, hoping time could stop, so

bed was cold, and Nash had

found a note on the bedside, with a few

and rest. Remember to eat

up, remembering the two hundred thousand he spent on Miranda yesterday. Did he think that she knew about his spending so he planned to compensate her this way? She didn't know what Nash was thinking. Loving Miranda

fell in love with him, why she willingly stayed by his side for seven years. Her beautiful youth, her happiest

heart ache. She had spent all her courage, only to leave with nothing

also messaged her, saying her art exhibition was starting today and asking her to come and support her.

to the event to distract herself. She brought a bouquet of flowers, and Yvonne, who was entertaining guests, immediately excused herself and

just routine," Yvonne said, taking the flowers. "I'm really happy you came. You're always so busy with work; I never expected you to come to my art exhibition." Nina felt a

my best friend, and

time to occasionally catch up with Yvonne. She realized she

you trying to

"You got hit? Nash is even

You should hold

Yvonne exclaimed.

think you're just teasing me," Nina said. "No smart person would sign such an agreement, and

up for you. In this marriage, he walks away unscathed, ready to enjoy himself with other women, while you've lost so many years of your youth. Even if you divorce, he should cough up

Nina > interjected, "Let's not

you invite me to witness your achievements? Let's talk about

worry, I'll always be

Nina's heart, and she

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