Chapter 230
He suddenly changed his tone, his voice deep and calm. "You don't have to say anything. Just stop talking about divorce and stay put here honestly!"
Nina was taken aback. How could he say such a thing? Her emotions flared up. "Nash, what do you mean?"
"Be good," Nash said softly, with a hint of indulgence, as he stroked her hair. "You haven't eaten yet, are you hungry? I've asked the helpers to prepare your favorite meal. Go downstairs and eat."
Nina was surprised that he was not buying into her expectations. She wondered if she had misjudged Nash or if she simply did not know him well enough.
She had expected him to explode, unable to tolerate the thought of her loving someone else, and immediately divorce her. After all, they both had their own loves. But he preferred to confine her rather than divorce.
Nina was anxious. She wanted a divorce, not to continue staying by his side. "Nash, why don't you want a divorce? Tell me, what needs to happen for us to get divorced?"
Nash held her hand, his handsome face calm with his thin lips slightly parted. "Didn't I say, I don't have time right now."
"But you'll have time eventually, won't you?" Nina walked beside him.
Nash replied, "Your position still needs to be filled, right? Until someone takes over, you'll still have to be by my side, so we can talk about divorce later."
"Does someone taking over my position make it okay?" Nina pressed on. She just wanted an answer.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Nash lightly patted the back of her head. "Let's eat first."
But Nina insisted, "I hope you'll keep your word!" She did not want vague responses. She needed him to specify when they could divorce, when she could resign, to achieve true freedom.
She followed him downstairs and found the environment quite pleasant. Outside, there were artificial hills, freely flowing ponds, and woods-open, tranquil, with a stylish design, perfect for a holiday.
There was already a large table full of dishes, steaming hot and freshly prepared, just as Nash had promised, all of them dishes she liked.
She deliberately chose a seat a little
further away from the main seat because she knew that was Nash's place. She did not want to be too close to him. She sat closest to the door thinking it would minimize her need to interact with him. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
But as soon as she sat down, she found Nash sitting right beside her. She looked at him, and Nash picked up his utensils to pick some food for her. "I did not see you eat today. You must be starving. Eat a bit more." He put the food into her bowl, his eyes full of tenderness.
In this situation, Nina actually had no appetite. The overlap of dreams and reality made her particularly uneasy She was afraid of one day being confined by Nash, treated like a pet. But she thought of the baby in her betty. She could not not eat. She had to eat more.
Nina picked up her utensils, lowered her head, and focused on eating. Seeing her enjoying the food, Nash was pleased. "Take it slow, don't overeat," he poured her a glass of water, afraid she might choke.
He did not eat, just silently served her food. Nina did not speak again, just quietly finished her meal. It was not until she was full that she put down her utensils. "Full?" Nash asked.
"Mm-hmm."
Nash squinted his eyes. "Your appetite seems good lately."
Nina looked at him. "I've been hungry all day. Eating a lot is normal."
"Is it because the chef here is too good?" Nash pondered for a moment. "If you like, should I have the chef here cook for you in the future?"