Sally took pleasure in putting Nina down to feed her own sense of superiority. Nina’s hurt and distress further fueled Sally’s desire for revenge significantly.
Successfully observing Nina’s pale complexion and unhappy expression, she smirked with satisfaction, her demeanor changing as she no longer bothered to engage with her.
Speaking more would have been just a waste of breath.
Sally’s words weren’t entirely without merit.
There was another woman still living in the villa.
In Nina’s impression, Nash was someone who knew his boundaries and wouldn’t casually show leniency to women outside.
He had rejected Melody so quickly, but hadn’t rejected Linda, and even arranged for her to stay in the villa. Wasn’t this a form of favoritism?
Nash had been convinced that Linda was the woman he encountered that night, and it had been her first time. She had appeared so fragile, in need of protection, which might have evoked different feelings. Perhaps he had even felt she was different from other women.
For so many days, he hadn’t come home. Was he with Linda?
Before, Nina hadn’t thought like this.
Sally’s words had lingered in her mind, leaving her feeling confused.
There had still been a knot in her heart, unresolved until she explained to Nash that Linda wasn’t someone she had brought in. She had kept thinking about meeting him.
Nina had decided to try her luck.
Coincidentally, the helper there had called her, mentioning that Linda, being from a warmer region, wasn’t accustomed to the dry climate up north and had developed a rash, feeling unwell.
She had taken some suitable moisturizer and had headed out.
Driving to the villa where Linda had lived, she had spotted the familiar car parked at the gate. She hadn’t been sure how long it had been there, but she had known it belonged to Nash.As she had expected, a sense of disparity immediately washed over her. She suddenly slammed on the brakes, the car stalled, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, her face turning pale.
Had he really been with Linda all those days? Could he have been falling for her?
Many questions raced through Nina’s mind. Nash had shown sympathy for anyone who resembled the type he liked, such as Miranda. Perhaps, over those days of interaction, he had grown fond of her. At first, this was the outcome she had desired. So why had she felt so empty inside, her heart aching faintly?
Nina glanced at the mirror in front of her and saw her own face looking ghastly pale, devoid of any color even on her lips. She had looked like she would scare people away if she went out like that.
She had quickly reapplied her makeup, adding some color to her lips to regain her complexion before driving off.
Someone had opened the gate for her at the villa. She parked the car, stepped out, and glanced towards the open door.
She hadn’t seen them inside.
Carrying her bag, she had walked slowly to the doorway, where she had seen Nash sitting on the sofa. He had held a newspaper but had seemed more attentive to Linda’s words. Ads by PubFuture
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