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She didn't politely address him as "Mr. York," but rather by his name. She stood in his way, blocking his path, and Nash asked coldly, "Miss Wallace, what's the matter?" Melody looked at him, her inherent arrogance evident, still not quite believing, "What you just said, about being married. Is it true?" She had never heard any news of his marriage. She suspected he was deliberately avoiding it, hence her questioning.

Nash's expression remained indifferent, "Is there a need to lie?" "I've never heard of it, and no one knows who your wife is. I suspect you're making excuses." "It's none of your concern." The more indifferent he became, the more intrigued Melody grew, treating him like prey, desiring to conquer him. She liked those who were unattainable. Search The (F)indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Her lips formed a slight smile, exuding boldness in both demeanor and approach as she leaned closer, "Married or not, divorce is always an option. It doesn't matter to me." Nina's expression shifted as she listened. Nash had always disliked arrogance and stubbornness, both of which Melody displayed abundantly.

Nash chose to overlook her abrupt behavior out of respect for Mr. Wallace.

She leaned in close, her hand inching towards his face in a flirtatious manner, but there was a flicker of disgust in his eyes.

His expression turned dark as he prepared to push her away, but Nina intervened, grabbing her arm.

"Miss Wallace!" Nina's intervention surprised Nash, his eyes showing a slight change.

Melody glanced at Nina. "Aren't you Nash's secretary?" Nina's gaze turned cold. "We're in a hospital, with plenty of eyes around. You're getting handsy with Mr. York. Aren't you concerned about attracting gossip?" Melody didn't take kindly to this subordinate's tone. "Others will only see Mr. York andas a perfect match. Why do you feel the need to meddle so much?" "Mr. York is my superior, it's my responsibility!" Nina locked eyes with her, her words cutting like a knife. "But you, Miss Wallace, you've only met Mr. York once, yet you're shamelessly trying to advance. There's an old saying that trees need bark to protect themselves, and people need dignity to maintain respect. Miss Wallace, your prolonged stay abroad seems to have eroded your sense of decency. Mr. Wallace values tradition. If he knew you were compromising your integrity for a man, he'd be deeply disappointed." Nina's eloquent rebuke left Melody feeling ashamed and flustered. After Nina's cutting remarks, even passersby would steal glances her way, as if she lacked shand had thick skin.

Melody forcefully pulled her hand back. "That's not true." "Well, that's good, Miss Wallace. I trust you still understand the concept of dignity." Nina smiled politely. Melody shot Nina a displeased glare.

Nash was in a rather good mood. His lips curled into a slight smile. "Let's go." He took Nina's hand, unconcerned whether others might see. Nina still felt somewhat reserved, instinctively wanting to conceal their intertwined hands. She glanced up at Nash, noting his smile, and wondered what he found so amusing.

She asked again, "You never mentioned before that Grandpa George and your grandfather were comrades. It's quite unexpected to see you both here today, and also encountering people from the Wallace family." "Yeah, Grandpa George and my grandfather had a good relationship," Nash said in a low voice. "He's always been kind to me. Now that you've met him, you'll find he's someone I greatly respect. He quite likes you." Nina inquired further, "Then why haven't I met him before?" "To avoid suspicion!" Avoid suspicion? It was just a visit to him. Was it really necessary to be so cautious? Nash's lips curved into a slight smile. "You did well just now!" Nina thought he was praising her for dealing with Melody. Having learned from the last lesson, where he blamed her for not unge her responsibilities clearly, she naturally wanted to diffuse potential conflict as soon as possible, to prevent him from picking faults.

Nash added, "Let's go, to the gynecology department." Nina's face stiffened, her heartstrings tightening as she halted in her tracks.

Nash turned back when he noticed she wasn't moving. "What's wrong?" "Aren't you busy? You should go ahead," Nina suggested.

Nash replied, hands in pockets, "Not really." Nina couldn't find a good excuse, so she said, "It's not tyet. I'm feeling a bit tired. Let's go next time." "You didn't chere just for this today, why wait for next time?" Nash didn't understand her reasoning.

Nina scrambled for an excuse and blurted out, "Because I think I'm getting my period. It's not meaningful to do these tests when I'm menstruating." "Is that so?" "Yes, I've got my period. The tests wouldn't be accurate. There's no point in checking now." Nash respected her decision. "Alright then. Remember to tellnext tyou cto the hospital." "Okay."

Nina narrowly escaped a difficult situation and fearned from Nash that the York and Gibson families hadn't been in close contact for quite sse time. Yet, there didn't seem to be any discord between them. Perhaps it was sensitive political or business matters that kept them apart? Nevertheless, George had retired without any airs, just like any other ordinary elderly person. Nash and Nina returned htogether.

Back in the bedroom, Nina changed into comfortable pajamas tom maintain the illusion and lay down on the bed. Usually, when she got her period, she would lie weakly in ed as soon as she got home. She didn't want Nash to suspect anything, so she had to rest.

Hearing footsteps and the door opening, Nina saw Nash cin. Subconsciously, she lay flat and closed her eyes, making him believe she was indeed on her period.

Nash walked to the bedside and saw her lying there, looking extremely pale and unwell. It seemed that this period was particularly tough on her.

He sat down by the bed and softly said, "Rest a bit more, and have sginger tea later." At his voice, Nina finally opened her eyes and saw Nash sitting beside her, watching her intently. On the bedside table was a cup of ginger tea.

She slowly sat up.

Nash adjusted her pillow and asked, "Is this comfortable?" Nina kept her eyes fixed on him. "Yes." "Drink up," Nash said, handing her the cup of ginger tea.

Nina held the cup and asked, "Why did you make ginger tea for me?"

"Isn't it your period?" Nash replied.

"Girls often feel uncomfortable during their periods, and each tyou have e yours, you're always weak and lacking energy. Drinking ginger tea can dispel the cold and alleviate the pain." X