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Nina glanced back at her, noticing the smile on her lips and the look of admiration in her eyes. She recognized that look-admiration, a desire to understand everything about him. She, too, wanted to be the one who understood him the most.

"I know him a little," Nina said casually. "So, what exactly do you want to know from me about him?"

Linda didn't hide anything, confessing to her openly, "I want to know everything. The more I understand him, the less likely I'll upset him."

Nina asked again, "So, you think if you understand him well, don't upset him, and make him satisfied with everything, he'll like you more?"

Linda blushed in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious to you? Does Mr. York also notice that I might have a bit of a crush on him?"

Nina remained silent, noticing that Linda did not conceal her own ambitions.

"It's just not right. He sees right through everything. If I try too hard to please him, will I seem desperate?" Linda pondered, wanting to become the one Mr. York admired the most. "I don't come from a prestigious background, yet he doesn't mind. Just being in the same space as him is good enough. If I want too much, it's just greed. Just being able to steal a few glances at him is already satisfying." But even so, that wasn't her ultimate goal.

She looked to Nina, seeking an answer. "Nina, if I go to college, study hard, and make something of myself, disregarding my family background, will I be worthy of him?"

but they also

she and Linda

Nina could see shades of her past self,

and asked, "Why do you

in a big house. Sure, he might seem cold on the outside, but he looks after me, takes me to the hospital and chats with me. He's different from other men.

Nina herself wasn't entirely pure, understanding how to take advantage of opportunities.

But in reality, it's all the same. These are just small gestures on his part. Don't read too much into it; he may never have given

thought Mr. York had been really good to her. No man had ever treated her this well before. But she also felt disheartened and insecure

fearing that saying too much might

didn't ask any more questions. Her enthusiasm had been extinguished,

and prepared a glass of