After a few seconds, Nash finally spoke up slowly, "Book tickets for me and Nina to go to Frangelia three days from now."

"Okay," replied Quincy, and with a click, Nash pushed the door open and got out of the car. He walked step by step into Riverside Estate.

Nina was busy in the kitchen. As he passed through the foyer, she emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of chicken soup in her hands. "You're back, just in time for dinner," she said, casting a quick glance at Nash before averting her gaze. She seemed calm.

But Nash's brows furrowed deeply. After a few seconds, he approached Nina.

Nina noticed the stains and blood on his clothes. "Mary, bring out the rest of the dishes," she instructed Nash's longtime helper, then turned to Nash, "You go take a shower, I'll find some clean clothes for you later."

As she spoke, she took off her apron, not bothering to ask where the stains came from. Her expression remained impassive.

"Do you think you're a qualified wife?" Nash could not hold back any longer.

did not argue with him or make a scene. "If you wanted to tell me, you would have," she replied calmly, implying that if he did not speak, her questions were pointless. Besides, Nash had been

me to contact Caleb now?" Nina's

before walking away, leaving Nina behind. A few seconds later, Nina followed him, having

echoed from the bathroom. Nina knocked

Nina took a deep breath and followed the instructions, but

clothes to Nash, he frowned disapprovingly. "Do

towards him. However, Nash suddenly pulled her closer. Nina instinctively wanted to escape, but Nash pressed her against the wall. Steam filled the bathroom. Nina lowered her head, her fair neck looking enticing in Nash's eyes.

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