Nash's expression became complicated, and his expression looked grim.

Nina did not care how harsh her words were. Once she decided to leave, nothing he said could change her mind. She turned her head and calmly left the restaurant.

Nash remained where he was, rooted to the spot.

As Nina stepped out of the restaurant, she felt a sudden sense of relief. Leaving Nash was the right choice. Despite his declaration of love, how much of it could she believe? Trusting in a man's love might only lead to deeper hurt later on.

"Mr. York, aren't you going after her?" Quincy asked, seeing Nash standing there. Quincy was stunned and more anxious than him.

Nash replied, "Didn't you see how much she resented my attempt to keep her? If I chase after her now, she'll only hate me more."

"So what should we do? Just let her go?" Quincy questioned.

Nash, determined to find a solution, said coldly, "Doesn't Starry Sky TV station want to interview me?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Quincy hadn't caught on yet.

Nash did not linger on the topic, instead, he turned his thoughts to Julia in the private room, "Get someone to take Mom home first."

Julia's trust and could not afford

woman's words about the strawberries he grew,

them, but he never ate them himself. It was odd that he did not

the time, she

her door when she suddenly

"Wilfred," she called out.

fatigued, but upon hearing her, he quickly looked up, taking out a packet of wet wipes from his pocket to clean his hands.

finished wiping his hands and tossed the wet wipe into the trash can by his door. "No," he

he approached, Nina caught a whiff of blood mixed with the sharp scent of

his voice gentle, "Work was busy today. I'm probably just tired. I'll be fine after

on his wrist. Before she could say anything, Wilfred said, "I'm

closed the door, leaving an

stood at her door, pondering. She had intended to ask him something,

night, Nina

apartment next

the place. She listened

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