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She looked up and saw Quincy opening the car door, shaking her gently. She sat up, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. York drank a lot today and still can't wake up," Quincy explained.

Quickly glancing over, she saw Nash sleeping in the same position as before, leaning against the seat back, breathing steadily, showing no signs of waking up. Perhaps he had drunk too much and was a bit exhausted. But this was rare for him. In her memory, he never got drunk and fell into a deep sleep like this.

Realizing they had already arrived at the doorstep, she said, "I'll have someone help him back inside. Quincy, it's already late, you should go home and rest first," Nina instantly sobered up. Quincy nodded. "Okay, take good care of Mr. York." Nina got out of the car and hurried inside to call the helpers to help carry Nash in.

Once they got him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed, Nina felt like she had used up all her strength. She looked at the man on the bed who hadn't woken up yet, took off his shoes, and hung his suit jacket on the hanger.

She smelled the strong scent of alcohol on him. It seemed like he had really been drinking a lot.

At that moment, Nash turned over, instinctively pulling Nina into his embrace. Holding her tightly. Nina couldn't move, feeling her abdomen against his face, stiffening for a moment.

Looking again at Nash, who was now resting on her legs, he seemed to have shed the coldness he had during the day, resembling a child seeking warmth.

He was completely different from his usual domineering image. Without his usual aloofness, she gently placed her hand on his face, tracing his prominent nose. If only he could stay like this forever.

Nina's lips curved into a gentle smile, but she quickly pulled Nash's hand away and hurried to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water to wash him.

With patience, she unbuttoned his shirt, removed his pants and washed his face with a warm towel before wiping his body. As the towel moved slowly down his neck, Nina's body suddenly stiffened. She paused her hand as her breath grew heavy.

Sitting slowly on the bed in the dim light of the bedside lamp, she saw the scars on his body, healed but still evident, not just one, but many.

Married to him for so long, she rarely

saw him bare his body. He would

deliberately avoid it. Occasionally,

she had never observed it so carefully. Turns out his body was covered in scars.

He had several wounds on his abdomen, and she dared not imagine what his back looked like. Why were there so many wounds He, the successor of the York family, had been pampered since childhood, how could he have suffered so

many injuries?

Nina couldn't understand, she was shocked, was it that she knew too little about the Nash she thought she knew?

Clearly, the Nash she remembered had been with her since she was fifteen.

Her hand gently brushed over the scars, but she couldn't help but tremble.

It was heartache, even though she knew he had used her, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the wounds on his body. There were traces of being shot in his flat stomach, and her emotions were getting out of

control.

It was him. It truly was him!

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The gunshot wound on his abdomen was left to save her. Unable to hold back any longer, a tear fell onto his wound.

At this moment, Nash was almost awake from his drunken stupor, feeling a warm sensation on his lower abdomen.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He opened his deep eyes, only to see Nina covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Afraid of waking him, she dared not cry out loud.

She was staring at the wounds on his body, and Nash quickly buttoned up his shirt, hoarsely asking, "I'm awake now. I didn't do anything out of line, did I?"