As Miranda was about to get off the car, her phone rang. It was the delivery guy. "Hello, Miss Miranda, you have a few packages that need to be picked up downstairs."


    Miranda saw the delivery guy not far from the car, with several packages on a small cart. She turned to Nash for help, "Nash, could you help me? These are the light bulbs I ordered, and my home''s light bulbs are not working."


    Nash did not respond immediately. However, a few secondster, he got out of the car.


    Five minutester, Nash had Quincy bring the cart and Miranda to her floor. However, he gave Quincy a meaningful look. Understanding his intention, Quincy unpacked the packages and helped rece the light bulbs.


    Nash was about to call Nina when Miranda identally bumped into him.


    "Ah!"


    Miranda let out an involuntary cry of pain as the blueberry juice in her hand spilled all over Nash.


    Nash frowned, and the next moment he heard Miranda''s apology, "Nash, I''m sorry. This blueberry juice is from a brand my friend created. It''s really good, and I wanted you to try it. I did not mean to be so clumsy."


    "It''s okay," Nash replied calmly. Though his white shirt was now stained with blueberry juice, he noticed the broken ss on the ground.


    "But your clothes... It will take time to go back and change. I have disposable bathrobes. You go take a shower and change first. Let Quincy prepare a clean set of clothes for you. I''ll tidy up here," Miranda said, bending down to clean up the mess.


    "Ouch!" Miranda took a sharp intake of breath.


    Nash pursed his lips and said softly, "You should hire a live-in caretaker. Do you have any band-aids?"


    "I prefer living alone. I think I have some band-aids, let me go check."


    "Where are they? I''ll go." Nash stopped her, sinct yet firm.


    But Miranda''s finger was still bleeding profusely. She pressed her lips together. "I don''t think you can find. I''ll go instead."


    "Wrap it with tissue first." Without dy, Nash helped Miranda to her feet.


    As she leaned toward him, her bleeding finger stained his clothes. She hurriedly apologized, "Nash, swear... I''ve been a messtely, messing up everything. Being a burden seems to be my specialty."


    Nash had already wrapped her finger with tissue. "Go find the band-aids."


    Miranda could only do as he said. When she emerged, she had already applied the band-aid to her finger.


    "I''ll have Quincy arrange for a caretaker toe over. From now on, let them handle this kind of thing. I have other matters to attend to, so I''ll be leaving."


    "Okay." Miranda couldn''t refuse anymore. But as she watched Nash''s departing figure, a hint of a smile crept into her eyes.


    After leaving Miranda''s apartment, Nash got into the car and instructed Quincy directly, "Drive back to Riverside Estate." "Okay." Quincy swiftly headed back to Riverside Estate.


    Nash was a clean freak, but now he was wearing dirty clothes. Upon arriving at Riverside Estate, he did, not immediately get out of the car Leaning against the seat, he asked Quincy in a low voice, "In your opinion, what kind of person do you think Nina is?"


    Quincy was taken aback. He had not expected Nash to ask him such a question. But now that Nash had asked, he had to answer.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "Mr. York, Nina has been diligently by


    your side for seven years. Even if Zac is indeed Scott, that''s just her past." ncing at Nash''s dark and unreadable handsome face through the rearview mirror, Quincy responded.