As Miranda was about to get off the car, her phone rang. It was the delivery guy. "Hello, Miss Miranda, you have a few packages that need to be picked up downstairs."

Miranda saw the delivery guy not far from the car, with several packages on a small cart. She turned to Nash for help, "Nash, could you help me? These are the light bulbs I ordered, and my home's light bulbs are not working."

Nash did not respond immediately. However, a few seconds later, he got out of the car.

Five minutes later, Nash had Quincy bring the cart and Miranda to her floor. However, he gave Quincy a meaningful look. Understanding his intention, Quincy unpacked the packages and helped replace the light bulbs.

Nash was about to call Nina when Miranda accidentally bumped into him.

"Ah!"

Miranda let out an involuntary cry of pain as the blueberry juice in her hand spilled all over Nash.

Nash frowned, and the next moment he heard Miranda's apology, "Nash, I'm sorry. This blueberry juice is from a brand my friend created. It's really good, and I wanted you to try it. I did not mean to be so clumsy."

calmly. Though his white shirt was now stained with blueberry juice, he noticed the broken glass on the

take time to go back and change. I have disposable bathrobes. You go take a shower and change first. Let Quincy prepare a clean set of clothes for you. I'll tidy up here,"

a sharp intake

"You should hire a live-in caretaker. Do you have

think I have some

go." Nash stopped

She pressed her lips together. "I don't think you can

Without delay, Nash helped Miranda

her bleeding finger stained his clothes. She hurriedly apologized, "Nash, I swear... I've been a mess lately, messing up everything. Being a burden seems to

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