It was like he was nitpicking at her, but it was not too serious. Maybe she was just overthinking it. She followed and got into the car.
As the car started, Nash held a tablet in his hand, and the atmosphere remained silent just like before. Nina also sensed it. Since she returned from her hometown, their relationship had becdistant and indifferent. Nash seemed to be deliberately keeping his distance from her. Perhaps it was because of Miranda.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNash looked at the tablet, his face expressionless, his slender fingers scrolling across the screen. Then, in a subdued tone, he said, "It's getting late. I'll take you home." It was already evening when they returned from the hospital. Nina did not want to trouble Nash. By then, if he could not explain himself clearly to Miranda, she would still bear the blame. It was important for her to be cautious and avoid suspicion.
"No need. My car is still parked at the police station. Just dropthere, and I'll drive hmyself," she refused directly.
Nash pressed his lips tightly, his eyes cold and his fingers impatiently tapping on the screen. He abruptly turned off the tablet. His actions seemed deliberate, as if he were doing it to show her something. Nina also knew he was in a bad mood, so she did not want to provoke him further.
Ten minutes later, the car cto a stop at the police station. Nina tactfully exited the car to avoid prolonging their interaction, sensing his worsening temper. It would not be wise to argue at this moment. As Nina stepped out, Nash glanced at her, his expression completely darkened. He did not look back or speak to her, his gaze fixed forward as he coldly ordered, "Drive!" Quincy, noticing Nash's unsettled expression, thought he was moving too slowly. He pressed on the gas, eager to depart. The car swiftly passed by Nina, leaving behind a trail of unpleasant exhaust fumes. Nina frowned, watching as the car disappeared, feeling that even his departure had to draw her attention.
Early in the morning, Nash arrived at the company. Despite having flexible time, he was half an hour earlier than the employees. When Quincy entered, he saw Nash sitting there handling documents, which surprised him a bit.
Was Mr. York getting busy again recently? Quincy knew that when Mr. York got busy, he tended to overwork himself, so he promptly went to prepare a cup of coffee for him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNash remained in his office the whole time. When it was time, heet glanced at the clock. Quincy brought the coffee in and placed it on the desk. "Mr. York." "Where's Nina?" Nash raised his gaze, saying lightly, "Did she forget she still gets paid?" Quincy paused for a moment.
Remembering what Nina had said yesterday, it was her last day of work. And today was the day of his divorce with Nina. "Um..." It seemed that Mr. York did not take it to heart.
Sensing his hesitation, Nash prompted, "Just say it." Quincy directly said, "Mr. York, wasn't yesterday Nina's last day of work? She resigned!" "What?" Nash furrowed his brows, his tone becoming slightly colder. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" "She directly submitted her resignation letter to the HR department."
Nash pressed his lips and remained silent, his grip on the pen tightening slightly. She resigned? Why wasn't he informed? Did he agree to it?
Seeing him still absorbed in this news, Quincy reminded him, "Min York, when are you going to the En district court?"
"Why would I go to the district court?" Nash's brows furrowed deeply, his ve patience wearing thin in his tone. X