Even the person who wanted to hit Nina could only cover her face, holding back her grievances. Nash stared coldly at them. "Don't you understand the situation? Who should you apologize to?"They immediately understood and hurried to Nina, speaking humbly, "Sorry, Nina, we shouldn't have speculated randomly. We know we were wrong and won't dare to do it again."They knew Nash's power. Here, no matter how capable they were, they shouldn't oppose the York family. If they offended him, they could forget about having a good time in the company in the future. They still had families, children, parents, and couldn't risk their jobs.Nina naturally wouldn't hold it against them, but she still hadn't understood why Nash was here, staring at him blankly. "What are you doing here?"Nash looked at her, his dissatisfaction palpable. He grabbed her arm, still angry, and said coldly, "Come home with me!"Nina shook off his hand. "Why should I go with you? We have nothing to do with each other."
Thinking about the grievances she had endured, Nina cried even harder. Her tears attracted onlookers."Hey buddy, did you upset your girlfriend? Look at her crying like that, she must have been really upset!" A passerby couldn't help but comment upon seeing the situation.Nash didn't want to deal with this in public. He had never encountered such a situation before. "She’s just throwing a tantrum. She'll be fine in a while," he said.He tried to pick up Nina to take her away, but she clung to him like an eel, crying loudly."Patience is key when coaxing your girlfriend," another passerby advised. "You must have upset her for her to refuse to leave with you. No girl gets angry for no reason."Nash had no idea why she was angry. He wasn't even angry himself, so where was her temper coming from? But seeing her cry so much, he didn't know what to say.Nash got a headache. He had never comforted a woman like this before, feeling awkward and helpless. It was even harder than negotiatin
Upon hearing this, Nash looked over and noticed that she was scratching her hand, which had developed a rash. He immediately grabbed her arm to prevent her from scratching recklessly. "Stop scratching," he said in a deep voice.Nina was in great discomfort. "It's itchy," she replied.Nash furrowed his brows and said gravely, "You're allergic to alcohol and yet you drank so much."Nina was a bit disoriented as she opened her eyes and seemed to see Nash's figure. "Where am I?" she asked."At home," he replied.Nash took off her shoes, then removed her clothes that were in the way and tucked her into bed.Nina became somewhat clear-headed, recalling that she had attended a class reunion, where she had a bit to drink and encountered some minor issues. It was at this critical moment that Nash appeared."Did you bring me back?" Nina asked.Nash went to the bathroom and brought back a basin of hot water, dampening a towel to gently wipe her arms. Her small arms were red and covered in
Upon hearing what Nina said, Nash's face turned extremely pale, and a heavy sensation weighed on his chest. He got up, ignoring Nina's crying, and stood solemnly by the window, lighting up a cigarette and puffing away. Smoke lingered, and the air turned icy cold. After finishing the cigarette, he left the bedroom without returning.The next day, Nina woke up with a severe headache. As she rose from bed, she held her head, feeling it heavier than her feet. Pouring herself a glass of water, she tried to sober up. Heading to the bathroom to freshen up, she noticed her swollen eyes, indicating that last night wasn't peaceful. She remembered Nash bringing her back home, but there were no signs of him having moved, suggesting he didn't sleep beside her. However, she recalled him taking care of her for a long time. It was the first time he had been so caring towards her. Nina was a bit puzzled as to why Nash happened to be with her last night and why he escorted her home. Vaguely, she
"Nash has plenty of designer clothes," Nina said expressionlessly. "As long as it's me who buys them, he'll wear them. I'm just wondering who you are picking clothes for."Miranda walked over, and their eyes met, both refusing to back down, sparks almost flying between them. Miranda smirked, "I got a limited-edition designer outfit for my boyfriend. There are only ten in the world. Would you like to see it?" Her tone was tinged with a hint of boastfulness. She could afford to order luxurious, high-end clothes, while Nina's choices in the store were commonplace. They were not on the same level when it came to selecting clothes for their men.The sales assistant brought out the box containing the limited-edition coat, exuding the scent of money from inside out. Nina at her with a hint of sarcasm, "You need someone else's money even to buy a dress. Are you sure this time it's not the case?"Miranda raised an eyebrow, "My boyfriend is willing to spend money on me. Are you envious?"
She didn't believe that Nash would have given Nina a bank card with twenty million dollars in it. She had inquired, and their relationship wasn't good; Nash rarely took care of her. She had been his secretary for seven years and couldn't even get him to look at her properly. If Nash cared about her, he wouldn't hide their marriage; instead, he would openly announce their relationship. The only possibility was that Nina was financially supported by her sugar daddies behind Nash's back.She would rather believe this than believe Nash would give her money to spend."What's wrong with my nephew giving his wife some money? Does it need to be suspected by others? Do you feel a bit sour about not getting what you want?" Suddenly, another voice came from their conversation.Following the voice, Nina saw Zoe York, gracefully swaying her slender waist. She was wearing a black dress, outlining her graceful figure. With her hair pinned up into a bun, she appeared to be almost fifty years old,
Miranda stood there, forcing a smile as she turned back, "Zoe, do you have any other business?"Zoe looked at her, "Are you here to buy clothes too? This coat isn't for yourself, is it?"Miranda's face stiffened, "It's for someone else."Zoe saw through it but didn't expose it. With her arms crossed, she spoke coldly, "Miranda, you're a public figure after all. You should know what's right and what's wrong. Just because I don't say anything doesn't mean I agree. I'm just turning a blind eye out of respect for your family’s reputation. Don't wait until everything falls apart to regret it. I'm not like Sally, allowing you to do as you please!"Miranda's expression turned ugly, feeling humiliated. Her steps faltered, and her assistant helped her leave."Nina, it's rare to meet. Let's go for a drink," Zoe said with a smile."Sure, Zoe, there's a café nearby. Let's go there," Nina replied.The two headed to the café.Though Zoe didn't often involve herself in family matters, she sti
He just didn’t love her, plain and simple. In Zoe's view, she and Nash made a good couple, but it was crucial to also consider whether being with her could truly bring happiness to Nash.However, it took a different turn with Zoe, who smiled and said, "I only said a few words, and you're already defending your husband. Nina, I know you love Nash deeply, and it's all his luck. He could search for a million years and still wouldn't find a wife like you. Maybe he went through too much hardship in his childhood, so now that he's grown up, he deserves a little happiness."Nina was puzzled. "Did he not have a good childhood?"Growing up in such a privileged family, he should have been happier than ordinary people.Zoe's expression changed for a few seconds, but then she laughed casually and said, "Let's not dwell on those matters. Nash probably wouldn't want to either. I just hope you two will give me grandchildren soon."She also wanted to retire in the future and stay at home to tak
Hunter took a bite of the biscuits and ravioli she had made. The taste was surprisingly good. It wasn’t on the level of a Michelin-starred chef, but it had something even more special—the taste of home. And of course, there was the oatmeal. He took one spoonful after another, finishing the entire bowl. *Meanwhile, Vera still hadn’t found her brother. Disappointment weighed heavily on her as she prepared to leave. But just then, her phone buzzed. An anonymous message. She tapped it open and stared at the image attached. It was a watch. Alone, a watch meant nothing. But this watch was her brother’s. Vera immediately zoomed in on the photo, carefully inspecting the engravings inside. There they were—his initials. No mistake. This was his watch. Below the image, a location pin was attached. The place was nearby. Vera’s eyes filled with determination. If she had found nothing, she would have simply left. But now, she had recei
When Yelena woke up again, she was shocked to find that she wasn’t at the club. She sat up abruptly, looking around in confusion. Then, she got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and pushed the door open. “Where am I?” “At my place,” Hunter replied casually. He was working in the living room when he saw her wake up. “You slept for a long time. I couldn’t just leave you alone at the club, so I brought you back here.” Seeing the uncertainty on her face, he added, “It’s already late. Just stay here for the night. I’ll take you back tomorrow.” Yelena nodded. There was no other choice now. “There’s food in the fridge. If you’re hungry, heat something up. There are also snacks in the drawer—take whatever you want.” “Alright.” She really was hungry. She opened the drawer, grabbed a few small bread rolls, ate them quickly, and then went back to her room to rest. *The next morning, Yelena woke up early. Thinking about everything Hunter had done—treatin
Yelena quickly lowered her arm, letting her sleeve fall over the mark to cover it. “It’s nothing. Here’s your cocktail. Please enjoy.” “Yelena.” Hunter grabbed her wrist without warning. He pulled up her sleeve, revealing the deep, ugly scars on her arm. His brows knitted together instantly. “Who did this to you?” The force behind it was brutal—downright inhuman. Yelena remained silent. Who else could have done this besides Liam? But she had agreed to this. She had willingly accepted Hunter’s request and entered Liam’s world. She had no right to complain. Her silence gave Hunter all the confirmation he needed. “Liam did this to you, didn’t he?” Yelena nodded. “It’s nothing. The wounds have already started healing. They look worse than they feel. Give it some time, and they’ll fade.” “Wait here.” Hunter stood abruptly and walked away. Yelena had no idea what he was doing, but since he told her to wait, she didn’t argue. A few minu
Then again, it made sense. How could a normal person possibly empathize with a lunatic? If Yelena could understand Liam, that would make her just as twisted. *For the next few days, Yelena stayed home to recover. During that time, Liam came back a few times, bringing her flowers and food. Like a child showing off a treasure, he placed the food in front of her. “Yelena, these are your favorite honey crullers. I got them fresh from the bakery. Try them and see if you like them.” “I’m not really hungry.” She didn’t want to eat anything he gave her. She couldn’t even stand looking at him. But she had made a promise. So, she had to force herself to stay. Liam’s expression darkened. “Are you really not hungry, or do you just not want to eat what I give you?” For someone like him, once he had lost his temper once, the second time would only come faster and smoother. With a heavy thud, he slammed the honey crullers onto the table. “Yes, I hit y
If Liam had been a normal person, Hunter never would have sent her here in the first place. But of course, Yelena could only think that. She wasn’t suicidal enough to say it out loud. Instead, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. “I was really just messaging an old classmate. If you don’t believe me, go ahead—check my phone.” She wasn’t worried. Whenever she contacted Hunter, she deleted each message immediately. She had even forged an entire fake conversation just in case Liam ever got suspicious. So, no matter how thoroughly he checked, there would be nothing for him to find. Liam narrowed his eyes. “Is that so? Then why do I still feel like you’re lying? Women like you—nothing but liars, every last one of you.” Then, he struck her again. Yelena screamed. The pain was relentless, merciless. She had no idea how long it lasted—only that by the time he finally stopped, she was barely breathing. Her body slumped against the floor
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind Yelena. She spun around, her heart hammering in her chest. Liam was walking toward her, a faint smile on his lips—but the coldness in his eyes told a different story. Memories of his past cruelty flashed through her mind, sending a shudder down her spine. She forced herself to stay calm. “Who are you messaging?” He was getting closer. So close that when he finally stopped, they were nearly pressed against each other. Then, without warning, his fingers clamped around her chin, gripping tighter and tighter. Pain shot through her jaw, and Yelena winced. “No one. Just an old classmate. I ran into her a few days ago while I was out.” “Oh? Is that so?” Liam’s voice softened, almost gentle. To anyone watching, he might have seemed like a kind, easygoing man. But Yelena knew better. He would never let her off that easily. And sure enough— In the next second, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her hea
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.“Haven’t I been just fine lately?“Or do you think my hand isn’t injured enough? If that’s the case, go ahead—do it yourself. “You already know I wouldn’t fight back no matter what.” Without warning, Yelena stretched out her injured hand, an act that instantly enraged Liam. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped. “I was just making a casual remark. Is that really what you think of me? I already told you—I’m not going to lay a hand on you.“It wasn’t intentional before, and you know it. We both do. Stop acting like you’re above all this when we both know who sent you here.” Yelena felt a pang of sadness. They had spent so much time together, yet this was how he treated her—always choosing to hurt her. “I know—I wasn’t someone you chose, and none of this was intentional. But after all this time we've spent together...“I thought maybe I was a little different to you. But I guess I was wrong. Nothing has changed at all.
“Why do you even care about what happens to other people? Haven’t I made myself clear enough already?“Whose card is this—yours or mine?” His assistant immediately apologized upon hearing Caleb’s tone. “I hope you won’t hold this against me. I really wasn’t thinking clearly at the time—I should have considered this more carefully.” Caleb didn’t bother responding. After hanging up, he focused entirely on investigating Vera’s brother. *Meanwhile, Vera was deeply worried. If things had been somewhat under control before, now they were completely off track. The situation on both sides was far more complicated than she had anticipated. “Don’t worry. That’s exactly how it is. If you don’t want to go in person, I can go for you—but it won’t be cheap,” the private investigator said.Since Caleb had warned her about the private investigator, Vera started testing him, probing for inconsistencies. And sure enough, his story had too many holes. “Why are you so sure my b
As Caleb spoke, he looked at Vera with a hint of helplessness. After all, her hand had been injured because of Luna. “Don’t feel guilty about this. Honestly, it’s nothing to me.“And I’m not the type to carry burdens over things like this.“Besides, it’s been so long. If this had happened back then, I might have cared. But now? I just don’t think it matters anymore.” Vera’s voice was steady and sincere. But Caleb’s expression darkened. “Why would you say that? Why do you think it doesn’t matter? Do you really see me as just the same as everyone else?” For some reason, at this moment, Caleb took it personally. Vera couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course not. You’re different from the rest—so obviously, I wouldn’t see it the same way.“You’ve helped me so much. The least I can do is acknowledge that, instead of stubbornly nitpicking about what’s right or wrong, don’t you think?“Besides, whatever happened between you and Luna, that’s none of my business. It’s in