Chapter 280
Nina chuckled, “There’s no affection between Nash and me. Even if you get rid of Miranda, someone else will still appear.”
Yvonne’s expression darkened. “Then I won’t say anything.”
The nanny did not take long to cook, but Nina did not eat much and felt drowsy.
The next day, Nina and Yvonne went to the art exhibition. Yvonne was already a somewhat famous artist, but even disguised, she was still recognized by someone.
The crowd was overwhelming. Yvonne had no choice but to let go of Nina. “Nina, you go back first.”
With that, Yvonne quickly walked away. Without Yvonne, Nina felt bored alone there.
Unexpectedly, at the exit, she saw Nash walking towards her.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still but Nina quickly snapped out of it. She did not say anything and tried to walk around him, but Nash blocked her path. “Nina, are you avoiding me?” he asked softly.
“No. I just realized I haven’t been working lately, so I shouldn’t stay by your side,” Nina replied without looking at him.
Nash’s voice was low, “I came to find you. Come back with me; there are a few documents I need you to handle.”
Before Nina could respond, Nash had already walked ahead, seemingly confident that she would follow and not refuse.
Nina did follow, but she could not help mentioning, “Mr. York, can’t Serene handle those documents?”
“You arranged Serene at the company. Do you want to arrange her in my personal life too?” Nash’s words were faintly menacing, and Nina could almost picture his cold and piercing gaze. Nina pursed her lips in response, “I haven’t thought about it that way.”
Nash did not reply.
Within minutes, Nina followed Nash into the car. Quincy was at the wheel. In less than forty minutes, Quincy drove them back to Riverside Estate. They got out of the car and went into the villa, straight to the study.
Nash sat in front of the computer, while Nina stood by, even brewing him a cup of coffee. However, the faint aroma of rose petals in the coffee reminded him of the cup Serene made for him yesterday. Nash’s expression turned cold. “Next time, don’t brew this kind of coffee.”
“Okay.”
Previously, Nash had liked this type of coffee, even praising her for brewing it well. But now, by telling her not to brew it again, it felt like he was showing disdain.
Nina did not say much or ask further. “The new regulation at the district court is a one-month cooling-off period. Can we make an appointment tomorrow?”
She held the coffee cup in her hand, not looking at Nash. At this point, she avoided looking at him too much to avoid feeling uncomfortable.
“Sure,” he replied.
Seeing that he agreed, Nina continued, “Then I’ll make you another cup of coffee.”
Nash did not respond, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. Silence was consent.
Without adding rose petals, Nina felt nauseous from the strong smell of coffee beans. She drank a glass of water, stood in the kitchen for half a minute, then carried the coffee to Nash. He was smoking.
As she pushed the door open, she immediately caught a strong smell of smoke, mixed with alcohol in the air. She could not bear the smell and frowned.
The next moment, she coughed. Inhaling so much smoke made her feel nauseous, and she could not hold it back. She almost spilled the coffee in her hand.