NovelEnglish"Nash, what's got you so worked up?" Hunter, seated across from him, asked.
They were at a nightclub, the music loud and lively, with sexy dancers on stage and many people enjoying the night out. The atmosphere was noisy, but Nash was not interested in this kind of nightlife. This was more Hunter's scene.
"Nothing," Nash replied, his face serious and contemplative.
Hunter took a sip of his wine, still holding onto a woman, and grinned mischievously. "Another clash with your lady?" "Impossible," Caleb chimed in knowingly. "Nash never comes out on the losing end." Hunter continued, "Caleb, don't underestimate that woman. Last tNash saw her talking to another man, he flipped out. I saw it with my own eyes." Caleb did not quite get it. "Do married people need to be that possessive?" "Shut up!" Nash snapped at them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHunter naturally fell silent. But even the discerning eye could see that Nash's marriage was in an abnormal state. His emotions had never been this out of control before.
In the past, he would not even mention Nina's nafter being away for three days. Now, sitting here, it was clear he was thinking about her.
"Ben isn't here, otherwise he could analyze it for you. After all, he's a lawyer and deals with emotional disputes all the time," Hunter added.
Caleb shrugged, "What's the connection? It's better for Nash to get drunk. Then, I'll call like last time, and Nina will definitely worry." They were discussing animatedly, but Nash felt increasingly annoyed. Though he had not mentioned Nina's nonce, every sentence seemed to be about her. "Who said it's about Nina?" "So it's not? Well, that makes it easier," Caleb suggested mischievously. "Since it's about just relaxing, then let's relax. Get smore ladies to accompany us!" "No need!" Nash was not interested.
But Caleb snapped his fingers, and a group of women approached, ready to be chosen. Nash was too preoccupied to even lift his head, drinking and brooding over his troubles.
Suddenly, a woman boldly approached him, but he recoiled as if touching a hot potato.
Looking at the heavily made-up woman, he felt a wave of disgust and snapped, "Get lost!" The woman was startled and dared not take another step forward.
Hunter then glanced at the woman and said softly, "This one's off-limits. He's a married man, very possessive." SEARCH THE (F)indWebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
This time, Nash did not drink much.
Ads by PubFuture Yet he returned hvery late.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPerhaps he did not want to face Nina. Their interactions now revolved more around divorcesomething he did not want to confront.
At this late hour, Nina had not slept yet. She only turned off her phone when she heard the sound of the engine. Initially pretending to sleep, she smelled alcohol when Nash entered. It made her feel nauseous. Seeing she was still awake, Nash took off his jacket and hoarsely asked, "Still not sleeping?" "Been drinking?" "Hmm," Nash replied softly.
Nina also caught a whiff of perfbut did not think much of it, as he e often attended such events for work.
Nash headed to the bathroom.
Nina got up, picked up his jacket and shirt, planning to send them to the e dry cleaner tomorrow. However, she noticed lipstick stains on his shirt.
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