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Nash and Nina were both drawn to this voice. They saw a girl in a long pink dress. She was tall with fair skin, hair elegantly pinned up, and adorned with jewels. She was running towards Nash while holding up her skirt. She wore a silver-white mask similar to the one on Nash's face.

Most notably, there was a significant height difference between them when the girl reached Nash. Recognizing him even with his mask on indicated a strong familiarity.

"Who are you?" Nash frowned. He was certain this girl was not Nina. He had no idea what tricks his aunt was up to, and he was unaware that Nina was watching everything.

The girl smiled, lifting the corners of her mouth. "Nash, never mind who I am. Can I invite you to dance now? Since my aunt hosted tonight's event, I should make good use of this opportunity, shouldn't I?" The girl's reference to "aunt" piqued the curiosity of Nash and Nina. Who exactly was this girl?

Nash coldly declined her offer, "I don't accept invitations from strangers."

In the next moment, Nash turned away.

"Nash, will you still reject me now?" A slightly weighty voice sounded behind Nash, and Nina saw the girl remove her mask, revealing a sweet and delicate face.

Nash did not even turn his head.

"Click."

The door to Nina was pushed open, and Nash, wearing a silver-white metallic mask, appeared before her. He did not say anything, just extended his hand toward her.

She did not want to embarrass him in public, especially since she was still wearing her mask. Nina was not sure if the girl recognized her. Nina placed her hand in Nash's, and he held it as they walked out. However, the girl blocked their path. "No wonder you did not accept my invitation; you have a beauty by your side." Nash squinted at the sound of her voice, finally taking note of the girl's appearance. "It's you," he

Don't spoil my aunt's party. There are

need," Nash said coldly, then led Nina

them. However, the girl's appearance had planted a seed of doubt in Nina's mind. Still, she did not ask Nash anything until they returned to

to the bedroom upstairs, pressing her down and holding

gaze fell on Nina, dark and unreadable, seeming to

was just

"What do you want me

to sleep," Nash said, releasing her. The next moment,

urge to look at Nash's

The next day.

brought breakfast into the bedroom. Nina had already woken up, and everything in the bedroom was neatly arranged. To conceal her weary appearance, she had applied light makeup. "Nina, you're not going to work

Nash's secretary, she had long grown accustomed to waking up earlier than him. Initially, she wanted to present her best self to him, even preparing breakfast. Now, it had become

just a habit, but what if we divorce? Will you get used to that?" Nash gave Nina a meaningful look before walking towards the sofa. He placed the breakfast he brought on the coffee

remained calm. "Before I was with you, I hadn't developed this habit. Now, if we separate, the

Everything has a process.

not respond. He

Nina was too calm.

social status, or because of the two million?" Nash's throat tightened as he asked this question. After three years of marriage, after so many years

can think of

sofa and sat down, eating