"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
She turned off the car engine and waited for Miranda to approach.Miranda, holding the food she brought, smirked coldly. "Why didn't you come inside? Feeling uncomfortable seeing Nash and me chatting?"Nina turned to face Miranda. "Is there something you need?" she asked, meeting Miranda's gaze as she approached."You haven't answered my question yet," Miranda replied.Nina withdrew her gaze and calmly stated, "You know, there's this feeling of pretending to have something when you actually have nothing. The more you flaunt, the less you gain." She knew Miranda was trying to mock her, probably just to flaunt in front of her. Miranda's expression turned cold, clearly disliking Nina's composed demeanor."You're pretending to be unaffected, but deep down, you're hurting. No matter how far apart Nash and I are, he still has a place for me in his heart."You know very well that he established the entertainment company for me. When I expressed my interest in acting, he immediately ar
Nash avoided all contact with others. Quincy stood at the doorway, politely informing Miranda, "Miss Lewis, Mr. York is resting. He said you don't have to worry about him and should go back to the set."Miranda responded, "That's alright. I've already taken a leave of absence and the director has approved it. I'll come back after he's discharged."Quincy found himself in a dilemma. He gently commented, "Mr. York needs rest."Miranda glanced at the ward, understanding what he meant.She wasn't upset and said, "Could you please give this to Nash for me? I'll bring over Sally's cooked meals when I return.""Of course, Miss Lewis," Quincy replied, taking the document.When he saw the bold letters on the paper, he too was shocked. Miranda said goodbye and left. Her assistant asked, "Why didn't you go inside? It's a rare opportunity.""No rush," Miranda replied. "There will be plenty more opportunities in the future. I should go back to the York residence first."She had more importa