Chapter 27
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 firs 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 remembered throwing a tantrum, yet Nash didn't get angry but rather comforted her. After getting ready, Nina went
downstairs to find that Nash wasn't there. She asked the helper, "Where did Nash go?"
The helper replied, "Mr. York left early this morning."
It was the weekend. Nina took out her phone and stared at Nash's WhatsApp, contemplating her message: "Thank you for yesterday..." She deleted it. "Thank you for taking care of me all night..." Nina edited repeatedly but never sent it.
The overly sentimental words were too difficult for her to send. What she feared most was Nash not responding. His tenderness last night might have had no significance at all, and she might have
overthought it.
After breakfast, Nina left home and drove to the largest nearby mall. The weather had cooled down, so it was time to buy some thicker clothes.
She planned to buy a coat for Nash. She had bought clothes for him before, but this time was different. Before coming, she even brought the bank card she kept in the drawer.
This was the luxury goods building. Nina walked in, and the clothes inside started at thousands. She casually browsed
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"Miss, are you shopping for men's clothing?" A counter attendant, seeing Nina wandering around for a while, came over warmly to inquire.
Nina was still debating whether to buy a coat or a suit. She turned to the counter attendant with a slight smile. "Yes, it's getting colder, and I want to buy some clothes." "It's for your boyfriend, right?" The
counter attendant immediately
understood.
Nina didn't deny it.
"We have this year's new arrivals. Would you like to take a look?"
Nina walked in.
The dazzling array of clothes dazzled Nina, and she found herself suffering from decision paralysis. In the past, she would also pick out suits for Nash, but he liked colors that were very monotonous and easy to find. Suddenly, she wanted something different yet still something he would like, which made Nina feel quite challenged.
Nina picked up a black coat, paired with a matching sweater inside. Imagining how Nash would look in it, she thought he would look very handsome and it would suit his image well.
"Miss, you have a good eye. This is our latest arrival. It looks simple, but it's very stylish when worn. Take a look at our magazine; many celebrities and models
are wearing this style, and it looks great! "said the saleswoman.
Many of Nash's suits were custom-made. But Nina felt that buying something for him would add a touch of life. She was also satisfied.
"Miss Lewis, you're here. The men's wool coat you ordered has arrived," came a voice. Nina looked over and saw Miranda walking into the store wearing sunglasses, just as their eyes met. Miranda took off her glasses and saw Nina picking out men's clothes. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "What a coincidence to meet you here. Are you picking out clothes for Nash?" Nina replied, "Apart from picking out clothes for my husband, who else would I be picking for?"
Miranda felt a twinge of unease. Taking advantage of her status, Nina said the most provocative words she could think of.
Unwilling to back down, Miranda
retorted, "Nina, you really don't
understand Nash. How could you choose such cheap clothes for him? That coat in your hands is probably the cheapest one Nash has ever worn."