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


    spected randomly. We know we were wrong and won''t dare to do it again."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    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 thepany 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 nkly. "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."


    Their conversation left everyone present confused. Everyone knew Nina was Nash''s secretary; there was no reason to bring up going home. Nash smelled the alcohol on her and became even more displeased. "What else do you want?"


    With the alcohol emboldening her, Nina stared at him. "Can''t you see? The ss reunion isn''t over yet."


    Nash''s patience wore thin. He adjusted his tie and said coldly, "ss reunion? Haven''t you been bullied enough? Come with me now!"


    Furrowing his brows, he grabbed Nina''s hand and headed out.


    At that moment, Scott hurried over. He caught Nina''s other hand and said


    politely, "Mr. York, Nina has finished work. Is it appropriate to do this?"


    Nash looked at him coldly. "And what can you do? Just stand by and let her be criticized?"


    Feeling guilty, Scott apologized to Nina. " I''m sorry, I didn''t take care of you properly just now, and you had a bad experience,"


    He shouldn''t have left her alone to talk to


    others.


    Nina looked at him. "It''s okay, I''m fine. Just a few words from others, what does it have to do with you? In this world, with so many people and so many mouths, you can''t silence everyone. It won''t affect me. Don''t listen to what others say."


    Her words made Nash very unhappy. He had just defended her, and now she was defending someone else and scolding


    him.


    Nina remembered why she hade and handed her suit jacket to Scott. "Here''s your jacket. Take it."


    Scott took it. "I''ll take you home—”


    "No need!" Nash looked coldly at Scott. "I''ll take her."


    "Mr. York," Scott reminded, "Nina has finished work. She has her own free time.


    Nash nced at Nina, feeling increasingly irritated. His gaze


    sharpened, and he said coldly to Scott, " I''m not speaking as a boss right now, Mr. Lucas. My rtionship with Nina is much closer than you imagine. Taking her home is my responsibility."


    "I''ll go with Mr. York." Nina didn''t want to make things awkward and looked at Scott. "He''s going my way. You stay with the others."


    Scott looked worriedly at Nina. "Are you sure?"


    "I''m fine."


    Nina cautioned him, "Drink less, and if you can''t, remember to call a driver.


    Don''t drive yourself."


    Nash didn''t want to hear them talk


    anymore. He hoisted Nina onto his shoulders and sternly ordered, "Let''s go home!"


    As the world spun around her, Nina was startled, feeling nauseous. She was on the verge of throwing up, squirming in his arms. "Nash, what are you doing? This is making me ufortable. Put me down, now!"


    And so, the two of them disappeared from everyone''s sight.


    "Are they really just boss and


    subordinate? Could there be something more between them?"!


    They spected, feeling that their rtionship was unusual. If it was just a boss and secretary, there wouldn''t be such concern about each other''s whereabouts.


    Scott frowned. "Stop guessing. I trust Nina more."


    With that said, they moved on, no longer discussing the matter.


    Nina was lifted by Nash and then ced on the ground again. Nash frowned at her slightly intoxicated face, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. He expressed irritation, "You''ve be bolder. Who allowed you to drink outside?


    Nina was already feeling dizzy and couldn''t make sense of things. She leaned against him, unable to discern directions.


    Seeing her silence and her head buried in his chest, Nash''s frown deepened, his tone growing colder. "Not talking? You usually only drink tea with me at the table, but now you''re drinking with Scott. Do you no know your own alcohol tolerance? Or did Scott give you the courage to drink..."


    Nash was still bothered by Scott. As he scolded, he suddenly felt warmth on his chest, realizing that his shirt was wet. He lifted Nina''s head and found her silently crying. Instantly, all his anger dissipated, and he even felt a bit lost. His tone


    softened considerably. "What''s wrong?"


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    He rarely saw Nina cry. In front of him, she never showed her vulnerability, always strong enough to handle any difficulty. Seeing her cry caught him off guard, leaving him unsure of what to say. "Why are you treating me like this?" Nina''s voice was hoarse, perhaps under the influence of alcohol, she finally didn''t need to pretend to be strong anymore, using, "Why do you always bully me, scold me? Am I easy to bully? Nash, you''re really a jerk!"


    Her fistnded on Nash''s chest, venting her frustration. Facing her tears, Nash couldn''t be as tough anymore. He pulled her into his embrace, the sharpness


    between his brows seeming to melt away. He opened his mouth, unsure how to make her stop crying, and could only say, "Nina, stop crying."


    Nina couldn''t stop, the umted grievances wanting to burst out, "Why am I not allowed to cry? Is crying reserved only for Miranda? Does my crying bother you that much? Since


    you''re so bothered, why bothering to me? Just let me fend for myself!"


    She pushed away from Nash''s embrace, about to crouch down. Nash looked at her, curled up in a ball, crying hard, softly sobbing. Her eyes were red, momentarily resembling a little girl who hadn''t grown up. Nash had never seen her like this before. She appeared somewhat childishly sulky with a hint of silliness. He didn''t know why, but it was rather amusing.


    He crouched down beside her, cing his hand on her back. "Alright, I won''t bring up today''s events. Let''s go home."


    "I''m not going back." Nina was sulking, turning away and squatting down like an injured puppy. "After going home, you''ll just bully me again. I don''t want to be bullied by you anymore!" Nash continued to coax her. "I won''t bully you. Will youe home with me?"


    Nina shook her head.


    "What will it take for you toe home? " Nash asked patiently.


    "I''m not that easy to pacify. Nash, I''m very angry. You can''t coax me." Her tears fell again. "You''ve never known how tofort me. You simply can''t."