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..."

smile stiffened. He did not know what he did wrong, but Nash's

pressed his 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 quickly got

"Wait!" Nash called out.

at him

to me,"

the flowers to him once again. They were freshly picked roses, air-shipped, showing Nash had

anything

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 while

Nina was with Yvonne, sitting

bring it?" Nina

held up a package, "Yes, I brought it but I

the baby on the

that you're pregnant. I heard childbirth is very painful. You

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