Nash still harbored some anticipation. Over the years, he had never prepared gifts to please women, so he was curious about Nina's reaction.

However, upon arriving, he found Nina's desk empty. Approaching, he noticed her computer was off. He turned to Taylor, who was approaching, and asked coldly, "Where's Nina?" Taylor, holding a stack of documents, replied, "Nina left ten minutes early, said she had plans to dine with a friend."

Nash's expression immediately soured!

Dining with a friend?

A male friend or a female friend?

Didn't he mention they would have dinner together tonight?

Was she rejecting him?

Nash was displeased, his deep gaze turning extremely cold. Taylor, observing his gradually darkening expression, felt her heart pound in her throat, unaware of why he suddenly became upset. She quickly added, "Mr. York, I heard Nina's phone call. It was a woman's voice."

Nash, with a stern face, swiftly walked out. Downstairs, Quincy had been waiting for a long time. They had made preparations for this dinner.

When Quincy saw Nash coming out without Nina, he hurriedly handed the flowers to him, smiling, "Mr. York, your flowers. I suppose Madam wants to freshen up before dinner with you..."

his tongue, met with Nash's sharp gaze. Quincy's smile stiffened. He did not know what he did wrong, but Nash's displeasure was probably related to Nina. "Mr. York...

lips, suppressing his anger, and commanded sharply, "Get in

eased today, but it seemed he was mistaken. Holding the flowers was awkward, but throwing them away was not an option either. He

"Wait!" Nash called out.

stopped, looking at him puzzled. "Mr.

give them to me,"

him once again. They were freshly picked roses, air-shipped, showing Nash had put thought into

he did not say anything more. He was afraid that

the other hand, Quincy felt extremely uncomfortable sitting there. Even though he was driving, he could not escape Nash's icy stare in the rearview mirror. Driving

was with Yvonne, sitting downstairs at a

you bring it?"

brought it but

ordered. There were several of them. She ran her fingers over the baby on the cover, a slight smile playing on her lips. She wondered if her baby would be as cute

and more docile now that you're pregnant. I heard childbirth is very painful. You should

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