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Nina finished the last of the juice in her cup before giving his wine glass a final tap. It was their cheerful farewell.

Earlier, they had a delightful meal together. Before leaving, she placed the divorce agreement on the table again. Next to it were two tickets to Frangelia.

However, these tickets were not for her and Nash. They were for him and Miranda. She wanted to let him know that she was giving him his freedom. Frangelia, being such a romantic place, was more suitable for him to go with his beloved.

Having done what she needed to do, Nina packed her bags and left the house. That night, no one stayed awake. Everything went smoothly.

The next day... "Mr. York!"

"Mr. York, wake up!"

Nash gradually regained consciousness, his head still heavy, as if weighed down by a huge stone. He rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on, but remembered Nina cooking for him yesterday. He stood up abruptly, his cold eyes scanning the surroundings, devoid of Nina's presence.

"Mr. York, are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Quincy asked, concerned, noticing his pale complexion.

Early in the morning, the helpers found Nash asleep here, unable to wake him, so they called Quincy.

had given him, determined to leave him, even resorting

smile on his lips. "So, she wanted

you referring to Madam? Did she really leave?" Quincy sensed the situation and added, "I'll send someone to bring

unmoved. His expression was cold and distant, with a hint of detachment and indifference in his eyes. Quincy could not help but add, "Mr. York, you must have noticed something

to leave, resorting to such tactics. In that moment, Nash

when she wanted to leave, as long as he objected,

time, she went all out. Despite her reluctance, she pretended to be happy and put on

was setting him

to see if she would

fell into her trap, and

that case,

those two plane tickets, Nash clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking audibly. He stood up as if nothing had

disregard for Nina's situation, inquired, "Mr. York, are you really going to