Chapter 493
She sat on the bed, her gaze drifting toward the door, knowing that Nash was just outside. She could not fall asleep, her mind unable to calm down. She kept thinking about what Nash had said. When it came to this matter, she still felt a bit timid, unable to reveal her true feelings. Yet, she could not help but feel agitated.
After a while, the door opened again. Nina looked up to see Nash walking in. She stared at him, just as she had the first time she saw him. She was unable to say a word and was simply looking at him openly. Nash held a cup of milk and placed it in front of her. “Drinking a glass of milk before bed is good for you. It’s sweet and can help relieve stress,” he said in a low voice.
Nina glanced at the milk and then at his arm, where veins slightly bulged. She felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had experienced this moment before. Recently, she had felt very off. Not only was she becoming paranoid, but she was also recalling scenes she had not actually experienced.
Her head throbbed. Nina instinctively clutched her head.
Nash noticed her pained expression. “Headache?”
Nina recovered quickly. “I’m fine.”
She hurriedly held the milk in her hands, bending her legs and taking a sip. The sweet taste of the milk helped calm her nerves.
Nash watched her, deep in thought. After a while, he asked, “Nina, were you ever kidnapped in middle school?”
Hearing this, Nina instinctively tightened her grip on the cup and looked at him in shock. She felt as if a secret was about to be uncovered. “You…” Nina’s anxiety grew. Did he know?
“Why are you asking about this? It’s not exactly a big secret.”
Nash saw she was deeply entangled in this memory, not realizing she was sharing someone else’s. Was it better for her to know the truth or not?
Her parents preferred she accept this memory rather than recall a summer lost in high school, likely more painful for her.
Nash was hesitant. He wanted to tell her that “Zac” was fictional, that this person never existed, but he did not want to cause her pain.
“It’s nothing.” Nash decided not to push further. “Get some sleep.”
Nina frowned. She thought he knew her secret, perhaps even that Zac was him. But he suddenly stopped questioning her.
Had he forgotten, or was he unable to find the answer? If he asked, he should have known.
It was strange. Nina watched as Nash tucked her in, saying softly, “The weather’s cold. Keep warm. It’s important for the baby.”
“You don’t resent this baby anymore?” Nina asked as he straightened the covers.
“You threatened me with your life. How could I?” Nash replied.
Nina bit her lip, gripping her hands tightly. After a while, she asked, “You know about the incident when I was in middle school. You must know about Zac, the hero who saved me…”
“I know,” Nash replied, aware of what she wanted to hear. He decided to uphold the lie. “There were a few bank robbers who, finding themselves cornered, entered the school and kidnapped several students. You were one of them, and the only survivor. Zac saved you.”
Nina was stunned again. If he knew Zac saved her, why didn’t he realize it was him?
“Is that all?” she asked again.
Nash looked up, hesitating. “What else do you want to say?”