Sally took pleasure in putting Nina down to feed her own sense of superiority. Nina's hurt and distress further fueled Sally's desire for revenge significantly.

Successfully observing Nina's pale complexion and unhappy expression, she smirked with satisfaction, her demeanor changing as she no longer bothered to engage with her.

Speaking more would have been just a waste of breath.

Sally's words weren't entirely without merit.

There was another woman still living in the villa.

In Nina's impression, Nash was someone who knew his boundaries and wouldn't casually show leniency to women outside.

He had rejected Melody so quickly, but hadn't rejected Linda, and even arranged for her to stay in the villa. Wasn't this a form of favoritism?

Nash had been convinced that Linda was the woman he encountered that night, and it had been her first time. She had appeared so fragile, in need of protection, which might have evoked different feelings. Perhaps he had even felt she was different from other women.

hadn't come home. Was he

Nina hadn't

lingered in her mind,

been a knot in her heart, unresolved until she explained to Nash that

had decided to

a warmer region, wasn't accustomed

some suitable moisturizer and had

she had spotted the familiar car parked at the gate. She hadn't been sure how long it had been there, but she had known it belonged

hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, her face turning pale. Had he really been with

through Nina's mind. Nash had shown sympathy for anyone who resembled the type he liked, such as Miranda. Perhaps, over those days of interaction, he had grown fond of her. At first, this was the outcome she had desired. So why had she felt so empty inside, her heart aching

face looking ghastly pale, devoid of any color even on her lips.

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