"Mr. York," omeone approached with a greeting, then nced at Nina standing next to him." So, it''s Nina. You really know how to keep your beauty under wraps. You look stunning today, I''m genuinely impressed!"
The individual then extended their hand for a shake with Nina.
"Thanks for the kind words. It''s all about the magic of makeup, though. Not quite on par with
yourpanion," Nina responded with her usual professional demeanor, promptly reciprocating the handshake with a smile.
But Nash stepped in, saying, "No need to be so formal tonight."
Nina withdrew her hand once more.
The person didn''t seem bothered, just teasingly remarked, "Looks like Mr. York is quite. protective of his little secretary." Meanwhile, nearby, another conversation was underway.
"Check it out, Mr. York''spanion is actually his secretary. I thought it would be someone else!" Penelope''s assistant smirked, deliberately making thement. "I''d say a secretary''s position is more powerful than some people''s!"
Beside her was Miranda, wearing the spare gown, far inferior to Nina''s radiance. Ever since Nash announced his marriage, she had be the subject of jokes. If it weren''t for Sally pulling her aside, she would have been the butt of manyughs.
Observing Nina''s shy appearance, being captured by numerous cameras, it seemed like she was unting her status as Nash''spanion. This thought made Miranda clench her fingers tightly.
Hearing their gossip, Miranda could only bear it. Just as Sally had advised, she needed to remain patient. Her time woulde in the future.
Seeing Miranda''s silence, Penelope grasped the extent of her previous boastfulness and her current misery. She smirked knowingly but refrained from saying much.
After mingling with numerous guests, Nina''s legs began to ache. Normally, she only wore heels no higher than eight centimeters, opting for chunky heels to prevent foot fatigue.
Today, however, she wore ten-centimeter stilettos, resulting in blisters on her heels. She was now both tired and hungry. Not wanting to inconvenience Nash, she concocted an excuse to take a brief rest. She knew she would have to stand for a long timeter.
Finally getting a chance to rest, Nina let out a sigh as she gazed out at theke, invigorated by the gentle breeze. She slipped off her high heels and inspected her feet.
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As expected, her toes were red, and she had developed several blisters on her heels. Her feet throbbed with pain. She gently massaged them when suddenly a suit jacket draped over her shoulders. Catching a familiar scent, she turned to see Nash standing behind her in a white
shirt.
"Why did you follow me?" Nina was surprised. After all, this was a York Corporation event. He should have been quite upied and shouldn''t have had to worry about her.
Nash sat beside her. "Didn''t I say I have to stick close to you tonight? You keep finding excuses to leave. As your husband, I have toe out and check on you."
Nina swiftly covered his mouth with her hand, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Thankfully, there''s no one around."
Nash looked at her as she drew closer, her petite face captivating him, her tempting red lips tempting him to gently caress her small hand.
Nina met Nash''s gaze again and realized she was standing too close. Hastily, she took a step back
surge of warmth enveloped her feet, causing her to flinch. "It''s dirty. I''ve stepped on theThis belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
floor."
Nash paid no mind. Instead, he ced her feet in hisp, noting their chilly temperature." They''re hurting and cold. Let me warm them up for you."
He cupped both her feet in his hands, covering them entirely. Her feet instantly warmed up. His attentive gesture left Nina unable to tear her eyes away, fixated on his wlessly handsome face, where she detected a hint of gentleness in the curve of his lips.
Nina wondered if she was imagining things. Instinctively, she pinched her leg.
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