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

a transaction, telling her not to

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

lifted her hand, wanting to touch his face, wanting to get closer to him. But her hand stopped in mid-air, and ultimately, her rationality dispelled

was Nash, and she could only be Nina. Her hand fell

her face against his chest, feeling his heartbeat and hearing his steady breathing. He must have fallen asleep. She finally spoke, relieved,

to please but the idea of receiving Nash's love feels like an extravagance to

could stop, so she wouldn't have to wake up. However, dreams had to

was

note on the bedside, with a few lines

rest. Remember to eat

spending so he planned to compensate her this way? She didn't know what Nash was thinking. Loving Miranda while not divorcing

willingly stayed by his side for seven years. Her beautiful youth, her

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

being ridiculous. Nina put the bank card away in a drawer and didn't take it out again. Yvonne also

herself. She brought a bouquet of flowers, and Yvonne, who was entertaining guests, immediately excused herself and came over. "Hi,

really happy you came. You're always so busy with work; I never expected you to come

it. You're my best friend, and I understand," Yvonne

Nina was very busy with work. She only had time to occasionally catch up with Yvonne. She realized she had never attended

you bring that up, are you trying to get me divorced, or are you trying to get me

Nash is

You should hold him

Yvonne exclaimed.

said. "No smart person would sign such an

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 talk about

witness your achievements? Let's talk

I'll always be here to help you through tough

warmed Nina's heart, and she

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