Chapter 15

Miranda's face immediately flushed, she released her hands covering her face, tears streaming down again, presenting a pitiful and adorable appearance. She indeed belonged in front of the screen, playing the victim role convincingly. Had it not been for her fierce demeanor just now, Nina might have believed her pitiful act.

"Show some respect!" Nina's tone carried a hint of seriousness.

Miranda cried with tear-streaked cheeks, speaking softly, "Nina, I also have

dignity. How could you treat me like this? I didn't snatch your man, please don't misunderstand me..."

"Nina!" Nash's voice came from nearby.

Nina was shocked, how could he be here?

Then she realized, this might be a play directed by Miranda. Looking over, Nash had a stern face, his eyes sharp, as if she had committed some grave mistake.

Nash strode over and forcefully pulled the weak and helpless Miranda from Nina's side into his arms. The force was strong, Nina staggered back a few steps from the inertia.

"Nash," Miranda's tears kept flowing.

Nash stared coldly at Nina, demanding, Apologize!"

Nina looked at them and Nash's cold words felt like daggers stabbing her

heart. She plummeted to the depths of despair but still had to endure the heartache.

"Why should I apologize?"

Miranda, didn't I see it?"

don't blame Nina, it's my fault, I made Nina

for her to

around and no journalists, no one would witness their shameless public

suffocated, realizing that being too

his wife, yet she felt more like a

looked at Nash's cold indifference and bitterly smiled, "I've never been.

never caused trouble.

she was sick or injured, she went to the hospital without letting him worry. She never made him fret, but it seemed

need me to repeat again?" Nash frowned impatiently, clearly running out of patience.

stubbornly refused, "I didn't do anything

do things to

its limit. If

intervened, " Do you think Nina is easy to bully? Do you think she has

you siding with the other woman?

them in to witness

glance at Yvonne. "What are

but suddenly being stared at like that, she couldn't maintain her momentum. "What I

looked at Miranda. "There are a lot of people here today. You don't want to make a scene in front of the

Nash's sleeve, appearing weak. "Nash, let it go. I won't make a fuss anymore. I'm feeling a bit unwell. Can you help me downstairs to rest?" Nash looked back

dwell on it further, simply leading

presence.

them leave

to explain anything, and

as Mrs. York" amount to? In Nash's eyes,

under her

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I didn't know Miranda would come. If I had

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