Regardless of his anger, Nash should not joke about his own health. However, Nash couldn't focus on Quincy's words because his mind was consumed with Nina's decision to leave. When did it become her turn to leave him behind?"Call Nina," Nash said, his expression icy.Quincy hesitated, not fully comprehending Nash's intentions. Their marriage reaching this point was unexpected and bewildering. No wonder they kept it a secret. Quincy used to believe that Nash loved Nina, but now it appeared that his love wasn't as strong as he had imagined.Taking out his phone, Quincy said, "Alright, Mr. York."He dialed Nina's number. Coincidentally, Nina happened to be at home with her parents at that moment.Zion insisted on being discharged from the hospital even though the doctor said his fracture wasn't severe. They agreed to let him leave, but there was a lingering silence among them. They avoided discussing the incident, even though their faces didn't show much happiness.Lily and Sue wer
Quincy glanced at Nash once more. "Nina said it is on the left side of the walk-in closet. You can ask the helper to find."Nash furrowed his brows. "What about the overcoat? The one that's camel-colored?""That coat is hanging in the wardrobe," Nina added."No need for a sweater, I'll wear a suit. Find the blue striped tie," Nash instructed.Nina frowned. "Which blue tie are you referring to? We have several.""The one with vertical stripes.""It's in the twenty-eighth slot of the tie box," Nina promptly replied, anticipating Nash's next question.To avoid further inquiries, Nina decided to provide all the details. "Mr. York, all your suits and shirts, except those at the dry cleaner's, are in the wardrobe and easily accessible for the helper. As for the winter clothes, they're neatly stored in the walk-in closet. I've organized them by category, making it easy for the helper to find. The ties are also sorted and stored in separate compartments, with each tie color-coded. There
"Thank you," Quincy said politely, glancing at Nash. He felt relieved as he noticed Nash's softened expression.Originally, Nina had planned to have dinner with her parents, but now it seemed unlikely.Nina approached her mother, Julia, who was making her bed, and said, "Mom, I need to go out for a while. I won't be able to join you and Dad for dinner."Julia looked up. "Is something wrong?""It's work-related," Nina replied.Julia came closer to Nina. "Nina, if you want to change jobs, we can do that. There are plenty of good jobs out there."Julia was also concerned about Nina's well-being. If she and Nash divorced, it would be awkward for Nina to stay with him."I understand, Mom," Nina acknowledged.Nina had also been pondering on the same topic. If she and Nash divorced, she couldn't stay with him.It was time to let go.Leaving her home, Nina returned to the York residence.There, the helper still respectfully addressed her as "Madam."Everything seemed normal, as if
Seeing Linda’s gesture, even if her marriage with Nash fell apart, this bed was still where she slept. She didn't like others touching it. As she reached out, she grabbed Linda’s hand. "Do you know which one it is?"Linda paused, deeming the question trivial. "It's just a sweater; I can handle it."If Nina could handle it, so could she. Nina maintained a stoic expression. "If you wish to occupy this position, it depends on whether you're capable." She glanced at the sizable bed. "Nash has very specific preferences. Even with something as simple as a sweater, he will specify whether it should be white or black. If he doesn't like it... it will be disastrous.""Don't try to intimidate me!" Linda didn't believe her. Last time Nina warned her, it was simply to deter her. "It's cold now, and Nash only wants warm clothing. There wouldn't be so many demands."Linda proceeded to open the wardrobe directly. The clothes inside were neatly organized, easily visible. She promptly selected a th
Usually, Nina appeared distant and indifferent, rarely showing anger. Even when Linda pushed her boundaries, Nina remained distant, speaking only when necessary.It was only when Nina was pushed to her breaking point that Linda dared to be so bold.Linda even believed that Nina had no standing in the York family, considering herself superior, which gave her the confidence to try to dominate Nina. However, when Nina suddenly exploded and struck her, Linda felt somewhat lost. With Nash still in the hospital room, she couldn't argue with Nina and had to show weakness. With reddened eyes, she could only meekly say, "I... didn't mean to."Of course, Nina saw through her tactics, understanding that Linda was trying to put on a performance for others.Nina no longer wanted to tolerate this behavior. In the end, it was pointless, and others might perceive her as afraid.She continued, "Just a moment ago, you accused me of scheming against you. You are too self-centered. Take a good look a
"I brought this for you," Nina said, removing it from the bag. "Is this the one?"Nash was initially unhappy, but upon seeing that she took it and didn't give it to another woman, his expression softened slightly. However, he couldn't help but question, "If you took it, why did you still let her come over?"Nina looked at Linda. "Ask her if she insisted on coming over, despite my advice. I won't take the blame for this."Nash's gaze returned to Linda. At first, Linda had hoped to show weakness, hoping that Nash would pity her. But as soon as she saw his expression, she knew something was wrong and cautiously said, "I... I just wanted to take care of you, to show you that I care. I'm sorry, it was my fault. I didn't understand clearly. I promise I'll listen next time. I won't do it again."Nash's eyes turned icy. "Get out."This was the first time Nash had treated Linda so coldly, a complete contrast to the man she had chatted with in the villa before. He had even shown sympathy an
"How could I not worry? You're hospitalized. You can't scare me like last time!" Miranda's voice trembled as tears streamed down her face. "I don't want to see you lying in a hospital bed again. It keeps me up at night. You are more important than filming. I would rather be by your side than shoot any movie."As she spoke, Nash suddenly remembered a serious injury he had suffered before, one that almost cost him his life. It was Miranda who saved him. In response, Nash said, "That won't happen again."Miranda still felt worried, her teary eyes fixed on him. "You promised me before that you wouldn't let yourself get hurt again because you don't want to see me sad. Don't punish me with your body!"He had once teetered on the brink of death.During that time, Miranda had stayed by his side for seven days and nights, hardly closing her eyes.As a result, whenever he got injured afterward, Miranda couldn't sleep all night. Even a small wound cast a shadow over her. She feared he might
"Ruby, you’re talking too much,” Miranda interrupted, then turned to Nash and said, "I'm fine."Nash glanced over and noticed that her ankle was red. He called out, "Quincy, take her to see a doctor.""Okay, Mr. York,” Quincy responded, walking over.Miranda said, "There's no need to see a doctor. It's just a minor injury. A little cooling spray will do. We often get injured on set, much worse than this. Quincy, could you buy me some medicine?"Quincy looked at Nash, waiting for his response.Nash calmly said, "Go get the medicine.""Yes, Mr. York,” Quincy replied before hurrying out.Even after all this time apart, Miranda still missed him. She restrained herself partly for the sake of her career and partly out of resentment towards him for embarrassing her with Nina. But this visit proved to be useful; at least Nash still remembered her kindness. It put her mind at ease.Miranda took the knife and began peeling an apple for him. "You got hurt and didn't even bother to call me
Vera forced an awkward smile at Hunter before quickly retreating back into the bathroom to change. Hunter, watching her leave, couldn't help but smirk. “You’re really living the good life, huh?” he teased. “Didn’t expect you to have such luck.” Caleb rolled his eyes, clearly uninterested. “Enough with the nonsense. Why are you here? And who exactly were you talking about over the phone?” He didn’t want to entertain pointless banter, especially not about women. If he was being honest, even he couldn’t fully explain his feelings toward Luna. He wasn’t sure what was left between them—was it love, or just the remnants of something that had long turned sour? That pitiful look in her eyes earlier had shaken him. For a fleeting moment, he had wanted to pull her into his arms, to comfort her like he used to. But after so many years of being humiliated and pushed aside, he had forgotten how to even speak to her anymore. So instead, he did what was easiest—he change
Hunter spoke casually, his tone light. “Just someone, that’s all. Do you really need all these details?” Caleb was now certain of his suspicion. “Hunter, did you forget what I do for a living? I’m a doctor. If you’re asking me about this, I need to get a clear picture before I can give you an answer.” Hunter exhaled lightly. “That’s fair, but some things can’t be diagnosed right away.” Based on the information Yelena provided earlier, Hunter was only speculating about Liam. But Caleb was an expert in this area, so he specifically called to ask him.Still, explaining everything over the phone wasn’t going to work. “Forget it,” Hunter said. “This isn’t something I can explain over a call. Where are you? I’ll come over.” Caleb hesitated for a moment before glancing at Vera, who was still beside him. In the end, he gave Hunter the address to his villa. Hunter chuckled. “Haha. I’m surprised. You actually do go home to rest.” Caleb ignored the jab and tossed his p
“Call me Liam.” Before Yelena could finish speaking, Liam cut her off with a sharp, angry voice. She quickly nodded and corrected herself. “Liam, don’t worry. I’ll do exactly as you say. I’ll be good. I won’t make you angry again.” But Liam didn’t care. With a violent shove, he threw her to the ground. Yelena barely had time to brace herself before hitting the cold floor hard, pain radiating through her limbs. Liam, however, just looked down at her with a twisted grin, laughing like she was nothing more than a ridiculous joke. “You’d better learn fast,” he sneered. “And leave your hand broken for a few days—feel the pain properly.” “Alright.” Her voice was quiet, submissive. But Liam wasn’t listening. Without another glance, he turned and walked away. As she watched his retreating figure, Yelena felt a deep sense of dread rise in her throat. Liam wasn’t human. He was something far worse. Her future with him would be nothing short of hell.
Yelena had made her stance clear—her loyalty was with Hunter. But instead of being convinced, Hunter let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “You sure your loyalty is to me? Or is it just to money?” His words hit like a slap. Yelena stiffened, feeling the sting of humiliation. It was true. When she had been desperate, with nowhere left to turn, she had thrown herself at Hunter, begging him for help. If she had any other choice, if she hadn’t been pushed into a corner, she would have never given up her pride like that. Lowering her gaze, she spoke with measured calmness. “Mr. Hall, you gave me two hundred thousand dollars. You helped me when no one else did. That makes you my benefactor. And loyalty to one’s benefactor… that’s only right.” She didn’t dare meet his eyes, but her voice was firm. Hunter studied her for a moment before scoffing. “Enough with the useless talk.” His voice was cold and dismissive. “Just go back to Liam’s side and do what you’re suppose
Yelena needed to tell Hunter about this. But before she could finish, Hunter’s cold voice cut through her thoughts. She lowered her head. “This is just how I normally dress. I didn’t deliberately choose my outfit to seduce you, Mr. Hunter. Besides, your brother isn’t even interested in me.” She hesitated before adding, “That two hundred thousand…” Hunter narrowed his eyes. “What are you trying to say?” Seeing his growing impatience, Yelena clenched her fists, still looking down. “I mean exactly what I said. Any normal man wouldn’t turn down a woman who willingly throws herself at him. That night, Liam clearly said he would take me somewhere else… but when we got there, he never touched me. Ever since then, he treats me like I don’t even exist—like I’m nothing but air.” Hunter’s expression darkened instantly. “Are you implying something?” The implication in Yelena’s words was clear. She had just suggested that any normal man wouldn’t refuse a willing woman.
Vera, as a bystander, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for Luna. But if she felt that way, how much worse must it be for Caleb—the man who had loved Luna for years? His pain was unimaginable. Yet, despite the hurt clawing at his chest, Caleb remained cold and unmoved. He didn’t let go. He didn’t waver at Luna’s tearful pleas. Instead, his voice was indifferent as he spoke. “Luna, women always say that late affection is the cheapest thing of all. But the same goes for men—I don’t love you the way I used to. You should go back to Simon.” And as if to drive the knife even deeper, he added, “I’m sure Simon still loves you very much.” If Luna had truly wanted Simon’s love, she would have accepted it long ago. She would have stayed by his side instead of chasing after Caleb now. In the end, men and women were the same. When they loved you, they would cherish you like a treasure. When they stopped, you became nothing more than an afterthought.
Caleb had no desire to argue with Luna any further. Instead, he turned to Vera. With just one look, she understood and stepped closer to him. Caleb wrapped an arm around her waist. “Luna,” he said calmly, “being with Vera isn’t as exhausting as being with you. Love should go both ways. I hope you can understand that.” “No!” Luna’s voice cracked. “She’s only with you because you helped her solve her problems. If you weren’t Caleb Smith, if you didn’t have the power to fix things for her, she’d be nothing!” Her dark eyes burned with resentment as she glared at Vera. Vera knew she had become Luna’s enemy—but what could she do? Caleb had already made his stance clear. Was she supposed to deny it? Pretend he didn’t just declare his feelings in front of Luna? With a steady voice, Vera replied, “Yes, I do go along with Caleb. He treats me well, and we’ve chosen to be together. We’re both single adults. What exactly is the problem?” She met Luna’s icy gaze head
Caleb had never seen Luna like this before. But then again, even after realizing her feelings, she still carried herself with the same untouchable arrogance. He turned his head away, refusing to look at her. “Don’t you already have Simon by your side? “Or is he not enough for you?” The moment the words left Caleb’s lips, Luna felt a sharp stab of pain in her chest. Simon had always been the biggest issue between her and Caleb. To her, there was nothing between them now—just an unresolved regret from the past. Yet Caleb had never stopped making it an issue, over and over again. “You keep bringing up Simon because you want me to push him away. But tell me, Caleb, where exactly do you expect me to send him? He’s alone with a daughter to care for.“We’ve known each other for years. It’s not just about Simon. If you were in his position, I would help you too.” Luna’s voice was steady, her words firm—completely oblivious to the mistake in her reasoning. Caleb ha
Luna took a deep breath, clarity washing over her. In that moment, she knew that she had to get Caleb back. She yanked her hand free from Simon’s grasp. “Simon, I need to go find Caleb,” she said firmly. “I’ll be leaving now. You and your daughter can rest here. Stay in this villa for now, and once you have the money, I’ll sell it to you at half price.” With that, she turned and walked away without hesitation. Luna drove as fast as she could to find Caleb. Caleb was a complete workaholic—aside from the hospital, there was nowhere else he would be.But when she arrived, he was nowhere to be found. A nurse informed her that Caleb had taken the day off. Luna knew exactly where his private villa was. Instead of calling him, she went there directly. She knocked on the door, and to her surprise, the person who answered wasn’t Caleb—but Vera. Vera seemed equally taken aback but quickly regained her composure, maintaining polite courtesy. “Miss Gibson, please wait h