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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.

Nash stood the girl from earlier. 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 said,

spoil my aunt's party. There are

Nash said coldly, then led

saw them leaving but did not stop them. However, the girl's appearance had planted a seed of doubt in Nina's mind. Still, she did not

down and holding her chin. "Nina, don't you have anything to

seeming to contain both sternness and perhaps

was just her

"What do you

sleep," Nash said, releasing her. The next moment, he got up

the urge to look at

The next day.

the bedroom was neatly arranged. To conceal her weary appearance, she had applied light makeup. "Nina, you're not going to work but already up so early. What's the plan?" Nash saw

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

walking towards the sofa. He placed the breakfast he brought on the coffee table. Nina followed him. There was milk, oatmeal with

developed this habit. Now, if we separate, the habits

Everything has a process.

did not respond. He

Nina was too calm.

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

"You can think of it as the

over to the sofa and sat down, eating slowly and deliberately, one small bite at