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
After speaking, Nina rushed into the bedroom and closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside. The living room was now silent. Nash sat in the chair, unable to regain his composure for a long time.He couldn't understand Nina, why she wanted to keep this child. What was it about that man that she liked?That man didn't know she was pregnant, didn't know she was living in this tiny apartment, and had never cared about her. At the same time, Nash felt a sense of frustration. No matter what he did, Nina would never be satisfied.He had made chicken soup for her with his own hands, but she suspected it was poisoned and didn't take a single sip. Looking at his scalded hand, he felt like he was being foolish, trying to please a heartless woman.Nash's expression grew colder as he stood up and walked towards the door. Quincy was still waiting outside, and he looked surprised to see Nash coming out. He had been eagerly waiting to be with Nina, and now Nash was leaving?Quincy as
"Men always have a rebellious streak. They tend to look down on the choices made by others. But now, he has a different perspective. Nash is really attentive to Nina!" Hunter thought to himself."It couldn't be the second option," Nash's tone was icy. "She has someone else in her heart, and she's even pregnant!" With that, Hunter was also taken aback. Pregnant? That couldn't be right. "Are you sure?" Hunter asked again. "If I'm not certain, would I tell you?" Nash said in a low voice. Hunter paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure the child isn't yours?" He hadn't heard of Nina being close to any other man. "Nina and I have never been intimate!" Nash asserted. "I've got to hand it to you. I'm impressed," Hunter concluded. "With such a stunning young wife by your side, and still, you can endure it? If you’re not the one being cheated on, then who else could it be?"Nash's expression darkened. "Get lost!" Hunter hung up the phone directly as it was better not to prov