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Nash and Nina were both drawn to this voice. They saw a girl in a long pink dress. She was tall with fair skin, hair elegantly pinned up, and adorned with jewels. She was running towards Nash while holding up her skirt. She wore a silver-white mask similar to the one on Nash's face.

Most notably, there was a significant height difference between them when the girl reached Nash. Recognizing him even with his mask on indicated a strong familiarity.

"Who are you?" Nash frowned. He was certain this girl was not Nina. He had no idea what tricks his aunt was up to, and he was unaware that Nina was watching everything.

The girl smiled, lifting the corners of her mouth. "Nash, never mind who I am. Can I invite you to dance now? Since my aunt hosted tonight's event, I should make good use of this opportunity, shouldn't I?" The girl's reference to "aunt" piqued the curiosity of Nash and Nina. Who exactly was this girl?

Nash coldly declined her offer, "I don't accept invitations from strangers."

In the next moment, Nash turned away.

"Nash, will you still reject me now?" A slightly weighty voice sounded behind Nash, and Nina saw the girl remove her mask, revealing a sweet and delicate face.

Nash did not even turn his head.

"Click."

The door to Nina was pushed open, and Nash, wearing a silver-white metallic mask, appeared before her. He did not say anything, just extended his hand toward her.

Behind Nash stood the girl from earlier. She did not want to embarrass him in public, especially since she was still wearing her mask. Nina was not sure if the girl recognized her. Nina placed her hand in Nash's, and he held it as they walked out. However, the girl blocked their path. "No wonder you did not accept my invitation; you have a beauty by your side." Nash squinted at the sound of her voice, finally taking note of the girl's appearance. "It's you," he said, his tone slightly chilly.

The girl smiled sweetly. "Recognize me now? Don't spoil my aunt's party. There are activities all night."

"No need," Nash said coldly, then led Nina past the girl without looking back.

As they walked away, Zoe saw them leaving but did not stop them. However, the girl's appearance had planted a seed of doubt in Nina's mind. Still, she did not ask Nash anything until they returned to the Riverview Estate.

Nash carried her to the bedroom upstairs, pressing her down and holding her chin. "Nina, don't you have anything to ask me?"

His intense gaze fell on Nina, dark and unreadable, seeming to contain both sternness and perhaps a hint of sorrow.

No, that was just her imagination.

Nina replied softly, "What do you want me to ask?"

"Go to sleep," Nash said, releasing her. The next moment, he got up and left the bedroom.

Nina resisted the urge to look at Nash's departing figure.

The next day.

Nash personally brought breakfast into the bedroom. Nina had already woken up, and everything in the bedroom was neatly arranged. To conceal her weary appearance, she had applied light makeup. "Nina, you're not going to work but already up so early. What's the plan?" Nash saw her with light makeup. It suited her well, giving her an ethereal and elegant aura, like a refined white rose. Nina replied, "Just a habit."

After years of working as Nash's

secretary, she had long grown accustomed to waking up earlier than him nitially, she wanted to present her best self to him, even preparing breakfast. Now, it had become a habit ingrained in her

body's rhythm.

"You say it's just a habit, but what if we divorce? Will you get used to that?" Nash gave Nina a meaningful look before walking towards the sofa. He placed the breakfast he brought on the coffee table. Nina followed him. There was milk, oatmeal with berries, and a boiled egg.

Nina remained calm. "Before I was with you, I hadn't developed this habit. Now, if we separate, the habits I've formed will naturally adapt to being alone." Everything has a process.

Nash did not respond. He quietly watched Nina.

Nina was too calm.

"I married you because of Grandpa's arrangement. But why did you marry me? For Mrs. York's social status, or because of the two million?" Nash's throat tightened as he asked this question. After three years of

marriage, after so many years

together, how could she be so calm?

Nina replied, "You can think of it as the latter."

Nina walked over to the sofa and sat down, eating slowly and deliberately, one small bite at a time.

Suppressing his anger, Nash said, "So it has become a transactional relationship."

Nash restrained himself, asking about something he already knew, but feeling like a child denied candy. Since when did he care so much about his position in Nina's heart?

He calmed the fire within and casually changed the subject, "You can rest in the villa today. Or if you'd like, you can come to the company with me."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Nina thought for a moment. With the vast villa all to herself, she figured she might as well go to the office and find something to do to pass the time. She met Nash's black eyes and said, "I'll go to the company with you."

Then she asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet."

"I'll go prepare it for you." Nina got up, taking care of his life as usual.

It seemed like nothing had changed from before.

Watching Nina's figure as she left, Nash still enjoyed this feeling of harmony.

At the company, Nina made tea for

him, hung up his suit, and neatly arranged the documents in front of him. When Nash massaged his temples, Nina instinctively moved to help him, "If you have a headache, you should rest more. Don't stay up late, don't smoke, and don't drink."

Nina's reminders felt like a final farewell, as if she was preparing to leave him for good.

Nash tightened his grip on Nina's hand and said firmly, "Nina, I won't divorce you!"