Chapter 175
“How could I not worry? You’re hospitalized. You can’t scare me like last time!” Miranda’s voice trembled as tears streamed down her face. “I don’t want to see you lying in a hospital bed again. It keeps me up at night. You are more important than filming. I would rather be by your side than shoot any movie.”
As she spoke, Nash suddenly remembered a serious injury he had suffered before, one that almost cost him his life. It was Miranda who saved him. In response, Nash said, “That won’t happen again.” Miranda still felt worried, her teary eyes fixed on him. “You promised me before that you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again because you don’t want to see me sad. Don’t punish me with your body!” He had once teetered on the brink of death.
During that time, Miranda had stayed by his side for seven days and nights, hardly closing her eyes.
As a result, whenever he got injured afterward, Miranda couldn’t sleep all night. Even a small wound cast a shadow over her. She feared he might slip into unconsciousness again.
That was why she rushed back from the set as soon as she heard the news. She couldn’t bear to lose him again.
She also wanted him to know that no matter how many conflicts they had, her feelings for him remained unchanged. She hoped he remembered that his life had a part of her in it. This was something Nash would always remember. Miranda had done him a great favor.
He couldn’t stand idly by when it came to her affairs.
She could no longer sing, and her life lacked hope. He would help her find a new purpose.
“Got it,” Nash replied.
At the door, Nina stood with food she had brought from outside. Quincy had informed her that Nash had lost his appetite and needed rest, which would weaken his immune system. Eating well was essential for him to regain strength.
She didn’t want Nash to lie in the hospital, growing weaker each day. So, she went out to buy him food. She knew Nash’s taste preferences-he didn’t like spicy or sweet food and preferred a simple diet. He didn’t have any particular favorite dishes, and his tastes were the opposite of hers.
She had grown accustomed to his preferences over the years.
However, as she approached the door, she overheard his conversation with Miranda. Their connection was deeper than she had realized. She had been with Nash for seven years, but Miranda had known him even longer.
There were probably many beautiful memories between them that she wasn’t aware of. Nash had never mentioned them to her. Uncertain, she could only gather from their conversation that they had experienced life and death together.
For some reason, it made her feel sad, as if she was being treated differently. She had also experienced life and death with him, so why didn’t he remember? Yet, he only remembered Miranda. Nina peered through the crack in the door and saw Nash’s heart soften at Miranda’s tears. No matter what, he would always have a soft spot for her when she cried. Frustration surged through Nina as she tightly clenched her fists. But in the end, it was just Nash showing favoritism. He favored Miranda and couldn’t see anyone else. Nina sniffed, feeling a tightness in her chest. She released her clenched fists, not wanting to appear too distraught. Setting the food aside, she distanced herself. Meanwhile, Miranda continued to wipe away her tears and asked, “Can you tell me how you got injured?”
Nash remained silent, not responding to her question.
The assistant interjected, “Mr. York, Miranda rushed over here, worried about you. She even hurt her foot on the way. She has been completely focused on you.”