Seeing Linda''s gesture, even if her marriage with Nash fell apart, this bed was still where she slept. She didn''t like others touching it. As she reached out, she grabbed Linda''s hand. "Do you know which one it is?"


    Linda paused, deeming the question trivial. "It''s just a sweater; I can handle it."


    If Nina could handle it, so could she. Nina maintained a stoic expression. "If you wish to upy this position, it depends on whether you''re capable." She nced at the sizable bed. "Nash has very specific preferences. Even with something as simple as a sweater, he will specify whether it should be white or ck. If he doesn''t like it... it will be disastrous."


    "Don''t try to intimidate me!" Linda didn''t believe her. Last time Nina warned her, it was simply to deter her. "It''s cold now, and Nash only wants warm clothing. There wouldn''t be so many demands." Linda proceeded to open the wardrobe directly. The clothes inside were neatly organized, easily visible. She promptly selected a thick sweater and a coat. "I''ll take these to him."


    She desired to be in Nash''s presence. Despite Sally''s advice to focus on her pregnancy and not concern herself with Nash''s care, Linda wanted to be closer to him. Only throughpanionship could true feelings develop.


    Nina had been Nash''s secretary for seven years. Linda heard about this and wondered if their marriage was simply a result of spending so much time together. Linda believed that she could have the same rtionship with Nash. She saw herself as young, attractive, and full of energy, even more capable than Nina. If someone as ordinary as Nina, who came from a regr family, could marry Nash, then why couldn''t she?


    As Linda walked away, Nina briefly


    considered letting her go without following. However, when she thought about Nash''s personality and his particr preferences, she, changed her mind. Nina opened the closet and noticed a row of winter clothes. She took the white


    ve


    checkered sweater and ced it in her bag. Checking the weather on her phone, she saw that it was rapidly bing colder. Worried that Nash might suddenly require some work-rted attire, she also grabbed two thick clothing items and a suit. Linda left first, while Nina drove herself and followed closely behind.


    When Nina reached the door of the ward, she overheard Nash''s stern voice say, "Who let you in? Take this trash and get out!" This was followed by the sound of things breaking.


    Linda was terrified. She had never


    witnessed Nash in such a state of fury. He resembled a raging lion, refusing to listen to any exnations and disregarding the fact that she was carrying his child. Her eyes were red with fear, anxious not to further provoke him, so she hastily fied. Shortly after, the clothes she had brought were tossed out like garbage. Pale-faced and shaken, she noticed Nina standing behind her.


    "You..." Linda used Nina, her tone filled with me, "Nash didn''t actually want the sweater. You''re intentionally trying to make him dislike me, aren''t you?"


    Nina couldn''tprehend Linda''s


    logic and had no desire to engage with her. Reluctant to ept defeat, Linda persisted, "Nina, you only


    married him because you''ve a


    by


    his side for so long! I''m young and beautiful. One day, Nash will also like


    me!"


    Initially, Nina had no intention of responding, but she turned around and was confronted by Linda''s smug expression. Without hesitation, she pped Linda across the face. Linda was stunned by the unexpected attack, clutching her red cheek.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    In a chilly tone, Nina dered, "I am still Nash''s wife. Speaking shameless things like that in front of thewful spouse, aren''t you asking for trouble?"