"We're leaving," Nina said."Alright, hope to see you again next time," the director replied.Before leaving, Nash looked at the group of children and did not forget to ask, "What should you call us?""Nash and Nina!" the children chorused in unison, very polite.Nash continued, "If not, what else should you call us?""Mr. York and Miss Walker!" the children responded promptly, showing that they had understood well. They had been taught this many times and remembered.Nina's gaze turned to Nash. She could see that the children's response pleased him, and a smile appeared on his face."Mr. York and Miss Walker, may you be happy together forever!" the children said in unison again.Nina was taken aback. "What do you mean?""Just now, Mr. York mentioned that you're his wife, so we have to address you correctly. If it's not Nash and Nina, then it's Mr. York and Miss Walker. We can't have one addressed as Mr. York and the other as Nina," the children explained to Nina.Nina was le
"This place is remote. If you get off here, you'll have to walk several kilometers to reach the bustling city. Don't act on impulse. Being rash isn't your forte," Nash leaned against the car window, his gaze drifting outside as he spoke nonchalantly.Nina surveyed the secluded road, realizing that she would indeed have to walk for several hours. It was already evening, and there might even be wild animals lurking around. For safety reasons, she refrained from making any more fuss. Sometimes, a wise man would adapt himself to circumstances.The car stopped at the entrance of the television station. Nash looked at the signboard atop the building and asked softly, "I heard your television station will be interviewing me soon.""Is that so?" Nina responded.Nash's deep gaze turned towards her. "Why isn't it you?"Nina did not mention that she had declined. "Interviewing you isn't my responsibility yet. I've only been here for less than ten days, and all I can do is write a few words
Scott was at a loss for words. Nina looked at Nash in surprise. How could he carry the marriage certificate with him? She could not understand him! Nash held it in his hand, unwrapping layer after layer until the marriage certificate finally emerged. He held it up high for Scott to see. "This is Nina and my marriage certificate, Mr. Lucas. Do you see it?" Scott pursed his lips, his gaze deepening. He sensed an unfamiliar sense of triumph in Nash's eyes, as if he were gleeful about having a marriage certificate with Nina. But if he was in a contractual marriage with Nina, shouldn't he be eager to end it? Initially, Scott thought Nash, as a man, might have his pride at stake, especially after all these years of not acknowledging Nina as his wife. Now, he felt Nash was displaying an unprecedented level of childishness. Who would wrap a marriage certificate so securely and flaunt it in front of others? "Mr. York, this marriage is destined to end anyway," Scott calmly stated. Na
He picked up the nearby bottle of wine and took a sip. He had always been rational. Rationally, he stayed by Nina’s side, and rationally he maintained their friendship. Even admitting his feelings for her came under the influence of alcohol, using it as a means to express his inner turmoil. But he could not go any further. He knew Nina liked Nash. He did not want to burden her, yet he wanted to give her enough respect. He never had the same courage as Nash. Perhaps only the one being loved could be fearless. He envied Nash, being able to have Nina's love. Scott smiled bitterly, refilling his glass and gulping it down in one go. His phone beside his left hand kept vibrating. He glanced at it sideways, then turned his head. He showed no intention of answering, just continuously drinking in silence.Nina left the restaurant, ready to take a taxi home. There were no empty taxis nearby. Glancing at her phone, she noted that there were over thirty people waiting. It looked like she wo
Nash surveyed the area, which was still smaller than their bedroom. He walked in, noticing that there was only Nina's stuff inside. Nina had always been neat, and the apartment was spotless. The sight of the fluffy bunny-patterned slippers at the door surprised him. He glanced at Nina.Nina felt a bit uncomfortable and quickly put away the slippers. "Have you finished looking?" she asked.Nash glanced at the sofa where they both sat and said in a low voice, "Are you accustomed to living here?""It's alright.""This apartment is so small, and the furniture is incomplete. It's not as good as our home, where we have helpers attending to us. I think you won't be comfortable living here," Nash said, taking her well-being into consideration. "Since this divorce won’t work out anyway, why not just go back home?""Do you even know that I want a divorce from you? I moved out, not because we had a fight and I stormed out!" Nina hoped he would understand, rather than assuming that he could w
Whatever Nash said now, Nina felt it was abnormal. She added, "There's no space here for your things."Nash looked around and immediately opened the closet door, finding a small space inside. He said, "There's room here, I don't mind!" He then commanded, "Quincy!""Yes!"Quincy promptly hung up the clothes.Their movements were swift, as if hesitating for a second would mean losing the spot to someone else.Nina suddenly felt that their relationship had changed, yet remained the same. She hadn't divorced, nor had she severed ties with Nash. On the contrary, he seemed to be infiltrating her life more forcefully.Soon, Quincy finished organizing and left.Seeing Nina silent, Nash asked again, "You didn't eat anything just now. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"Nina was already full of frustration and couldn't eat anything. "I'm not hungry.""Even if you're not hungry, the baby in your belly needs to eat," Nash said, aware that she was upset.Nina touched her sto
She didn't want to pay any more attention to Nash, ready to leave. Just as she turned, she caught Nash looking at her. He said, "It'll be ready soon. Are you hungry?" Nina halted her steps, facing him squarely. "I only care about when you're leaving," she replied. Nash evaded the question, saying, "We'll eat in ten minutes." Nina saw him turn away, focusing on the dish he was preparing, evidently avoiding addressing her question. Ten minutes later, Nash emerged with a small pot of chicken soup. Placing it on the table, he wiped his hands with a towel and looked at Nina. "Come over, it's ready," he said. Nina observed the chicken soup Nash had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if he had come to terms with the child growing in her belly.Silently, she approached and took a seat opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off the pot, releasing steam infused with the savory scent of meat."Not bad, huh?" he asked, content with his cr
Nash frowned, his tone turning cold again. "Can we please not bring others into our issues?"Nina couldn't help but chuckle. "You didn't mention it was someone else when you were involved with Miranda, did you? Nash, your actions are beyond my comprehension. I've already made things easy for both of you, what more do you want?""Are you talking about these two plane tickets?" Nash pulled out the plane tickets Nina had left behind. She had talked about going to Frangelia with him, yet she had booked tickets for him and Miranda."You didn't go," Nina replied nonchalantly.In front of her, Nash tore up the two tickets and laid them on the table, his cold gaze fixed on her. "You think you're making things easy for me, but you're only making things easy for yourself, aren't you?" He looked around the small apartment she had described as "small but complete," his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Nina, what exactly do you gain from this? You're living in this tiny apartment and stuck with a