He couldn't bear to imagine what would have happened if something had really gone wrong with Nina. The very thought sent chills down Nash's spine.

His heart was racing, and Nina, sensing his worry, felt her earlier frustration fade, replaced by forgiveness.

She reached out, hugging Nash and softly reassured him, "I'm fine. You know my skills. No ordinary person can trap me."

"I was really scared, honey. From now on, no matter how busy I am, I promise I won't leave your side," Nash vowed, holding her tightly.

"Look, I'm okay now, aren't I?" Nina noticed the worry still etched on his face and playfully pouted. "I'm hungry. I barely ate any of that Royal Feast earlier. Everyone was too busy talking and taking pictures. Since they weren't eating, I didn't either."

In truth, she had eaten well enough, but Nina wanted to distract Nash from what had happened. After all, it was over now, and dwelling on it wouldn't change anything.

Nash picked her up and started heading out. "Let's go get you a real meal. What do you feel like eating?"

"I haven't decided yet." Nina buried her head against his chest, giggling.

finally put her down, he gave her a long,

Cajun boil, Nash looked at the bubbling, spicy pot in front of him with a nervous smile. He could handle almost anything for her, but the truth was, the

handle

of

spicy bite onto his plate. She giggled, watching his reaction. "Come on, Mr. York, you're not going to refuse, are

forced a smile

in his

Nina kept piling more spicy food onto his plate-crawfish, corn, potatoes. The heat kept building until Nash finally

something else

ice cream?" Nina suggested with a mischievous

large glass of water, he cupped Nina's face and sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have ignored your calls, and shouldn't have convinced you to

that enough? Either drink this spicy broth or take

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