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"Mr. York," omeone approached with a greeting, then glanced at Nina standing next to him." So, it's Nina. You really know how to keep your beauty under wraps. You look stunning today, I'm genuinely impressed!"

The individual then extended their hand for a shake with Nina.

"Thanks for the kind words. It's all about the magic of makeup, though. Not quite on par with

your companion," Nina responded with her usual professional demeanor, promptly reciprocating the handshake with a smile.

But Nash stepped in, saying, "No need to be so formal tonight."

Nina withdrew her hand once more.

The person didn't seem bothered, just teasingly remarked, "Looks like Mr. York is quite. protective of his little secretary." Meanwhile, nearby, another conversation was underway.

"Check it out, Mr. York's companion is actually his secretary. I thought it would be someone else!" Penelope's assistant smirked, deliberately making the comment. "I'd say a secretary's position is more powerful than some people's!"

Beside her was Miranda, wearing the spare gown, far inferior to Nina's radiance. Ever since Nash announced his marriage, she had become the subject of jokes. If it weren't for Sally pulling her aside, she would have been the butt of many laughs.

Observing Nina's flashy appearance, being captured by numerous cameras, it seemed like she was flaunting her status as Nash's companion. This thought made Miranda clench her fingers tightly.

Hearing their gossip, Miranda could only bear it. Just as Sally had advised, she needed to remain patient. Her time would come in the future.

Seeing Miranda's silence, Penelope grasped the extent of her previous boastfulness and her current misery. She smirked knowingly but refrained from saying much.

After mingling with numerous guests, Nina's legs began to ache. Normally, she only wore heels no higher than eight centimeters, opting for chunky heels to prevent foot fatigue.

Today, however, she wore ten-centimeter stilettos, resulting in blisters on her heels. She was now both tired and hungry. Not wanting to inconvenience Nash, she concocted an excuse to take a brief rest. She knew she would have to stand for a long time later.

Finally getting a chance to rest, Nina let out a sigh as she gazed out at the lake, invigorated by the gentle breeze. She slipped off her high heels and inspected her feet.

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As expected, her toes were red, and she had developed several blisters on her heels. Her feet throbbed with pain. She gently massaged them when suddenly a suit jacket draped over her shoulders. Catching a familiar scent, she turned to see Nash standing behind her in a white

shirt.

"Why did you follow me?" Nina was surprised. After all, this was a York Corporation event. He should have been quite occupied and shouldn't have had to worry about her.

Nash sat beside her. "Didn't I say I have to stick close to you tonight? You keep finding excuses to leave. As your husband, I have to come out and check on you."

Nina swiftly covered his mouth with her hand, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Thankfully, there's no one around."

Nash looked at her as she drew closer, her petite face captivating him, her tempting red lips tempting him to gently caress her small hand.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Nina met Nash's gaze again and realized she was standing too close. Hastily, she took a step back

surge of warmth enveloped her feet, causing her to flinch. "It's dirty. I've stepped on the

floor."

Nash paid no mind. Instead, he placed her feet in his lap, noting their chilly temperature." They're hurting and cold. Let me warm them up for you."

He cupped both her feet in his hands, covering them entirely. Her feet instantly warmed up. His attentive gesture left Nina unable to tear her eyes away, fixated on his flawlessly handsome face, where she detected a hint of gentleness in the curve of his lips.

Nina wondered if she was imagining things. Instinctively, she pinched her leg.