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.

resolute look Nina had given him, determined to

down, a bitter smile on his lips. "So, she wanted

Quincy sensed the situation and added, "I'll send someone to bring Madam back immediately!" "No need,"

of detachment and indifference in his

In that moment, Nash was also playing

as long as he

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

setting

see if she would cruelly turn against

fact was, he willingly fell into her trap, and she

case, he lost

table, along with those two plane tickets, Nash clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking audibly. He stood up as if nothing had occurred. "Tidy up this

situation, inquired, "Mr. York, are you

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