Chapter 227
Nash gave her butt a sharp slap with his hand. A searing pain. “It seems you haven’t learned your lesson yet!” Nash’s voice was cold.
After a while, Nina could not bear his torment any longer. She was still too tender, and soft pleas escaped her lips, “Stop… please… please, spare me…”
Nash observed Nina, limp and delicate on the table. Her disheveled hair framed her flushed cheeks while small beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her blouse hung loosely around her waist, her stockings ripped off, and her skirt pushed up to her thighs. Tears flowed continuously down her cheeks, her nose red from crying and her sobs making her look like a pitiful little thing being bullied.
He could not bear it either, gathering her up in his arms and sitting her down. Nina’s mind was now clouded. Her cries were too intense, making her throat hoarse and her vision blurry. She was like a broken doll in Nash’s arms, devoid of resistance.
Then, Nash dressed her, cradling her in his arms. All that could be heard was Nash’s hoarse voice saying, “If you behave, there won’t be any more of this.”
Nina did not know what he was so angry about. What had she done wrong again?
She felt he was no longer acting like a human but more like a beast. Highly dangerous. Maybe it was wrong to provoke him from the start. She should not have come to York Corporation, should not have become his secretary, and definitely should not have gotten married.
Nash carried Nina out of the company. Exhausted from crying, Nina fell asleep in Nash’s arms, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. Nash’s phone kept ringing. It annoyed Nina, who frowned again. Nash glanced at his phone and answered the call, hearing Miranda’s soft voice on the other end, “Nash, when will you come to see me?”
He replied, “Not today.”
“What about tomorrow?” Miranda sounded hopeful.
“Today they should be going to the district court to finalize their divorce, right?” Miranda thought to herself. She knew Nash would make a clean break with Nina today and should come to see her immediately afterward. But as night fell, he still had not shown up.
She wanted to call and ask. If he came, they could celebrate his newfound freedom. But all she got was the news that he could not come.
Miranda felt a bit disappointed but did not express it. Instead, she asked when he could come.
She missed him. She needed him. She hoped he could accompany her.
Nash glanced at the person sleeping uneasily in his arms and said coldly, “Tomorrow.”
“When you’re done with your busy schedule, you must come see me.” Miranda’s tone still carried expectation. “When you come to see me after your busy day, you must let me know so I can prepare.” She wanted to prepare a surprise for Nash, celebrating his return to single life.
“Okay.”
After hanging up, Nash changed his plans, saying, “To the villa!”
“Alright, Mr. York.”
The car turned and headed in another direction, arriving at the villa area.
This was another vacation villa owned by Nash, usually left unused. He had many idle properties, but this one was one Nina had never been to. Nash only came here when he wanted peace and quiet. There were helpers inside to attend to things.
Nash carried Nina to the master bedroom and had a helper change her into comfortable pajamas. He noticed the tear stains in the corners of her eyes and her restless sleep. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of concern crossed his handsome face.
Lost in thought for a while, he finally dialed a number. With a cold tone, he instructed, “Look into that guy called Zac!”