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Nash glanced at Nina, then coolly stated, "Let her in."

Nina pursed her lips, about to say something, when Miranda stepped in from outside in her high heels.

Nina did not look at her, but Miranda's voice echoed nearby, "Nash, I've brought you some clothes."

Miranda walked up to Nash. She had already changed into a light green dress, paired with her voluminous and wavy hair. Miranda appeared tall and beautiful.

"You didn't have to make a special trip," Nash said.

Nina glanced at Nash. Nash's expression remained cold, with little change. But his words...

Miranda softly spoke, "I couldn't let it rest without coming. I didn't expect you two to be having dinner. Was it Nina who cooked?"

"Yes," Nash replied flatly.

Suddenly, Miranda looked at Nina with anticipation. "Nina, may I have a taste of your cooking? I came by today and happen to have some time. Can I learn some cooking skills from you?"

Nina declined, "I can get you a set of utensils, but learning cooking is out of the question. I'm not a professional, and I don't have the time."

With that, Nina called out to Mary, "Mary, get a set of utensils for Miranda."

"Yes, ma'am," Mary promptly responded, and as per Nina's instructions, brought a set of utensils for Miranda.

Miranda sat on Nash's side. In that moment, Nina was not too pleased. "Mary, go wash some fruit and prepare some after-dinner fruit for Miranda."

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secret marriage, Nash had never publicly acknowledged her as Mrs. York. However, they were not divorced yet and she was still Mrs. York. At this moment, Miranda seemed to have lost sight of who was the lady of the house, Content.

Miranda also understood Nina's words, she smiled and said, "Nina, you're thoughtful. Wow, your cooking skills are really good, can you teach me please?" Miranda tasted a piece of ribs. She then praised Nina first, and pleaded with her.

"Nash, can you ask Nina to take a break from work for a while?" Miranda suddenly looked at Nash, softening her voice.

"After our dinner, I'll teach you," Nina responded. Nash was always ready to comply with Miranda's requests, and she preferred not to hear Nash make arrangements himself.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

And so, after finishing their meal, Nash went to the study, while Nina and Miranda stayed in the kitchen. Miranda's interest in learning cooking was fake.

She was actually mocking Nina,

"Nina, did you watch today's press conference? Nash escorted me home, personally changed the light bulb for me, and we did many, many things together. Do you want to hear the details?" A sneer played at the corner of Miranda's mouth. Moreover, there was more

satisfaction than mockery in

Miranda's eyes.

Nina did not hold back in her response, "Why don't you hire someone to follow us and provide real-time updates?"

"If you want, it can be arranged," Miranda showed no restraint, and her smile grew deeper.

Nina found it glaring, "You're really despicable, enjoying being the mistress. Shameless."

"You!" Miranda's expression changed instantly, her gaze becoming sharp. "Nina, if it weren't for you seducing Nash's grandfather, you wouldn't have had a chance to marry Nash! Who's the real mistress, we both know in our hearts!"

If Miranda wanted to argue about this, then she could not blame Nina for gradually tearing apart Miranda's heart. Nina sneered, "Miranda, regardless of your past with Nash he ultimately married me, not you. We have a marriage certificate, legally recognizing us as husband and wife. Neither you nor he have any official record, and he has never publicly acknowledged you. So

who's the mistress?"