Chapter 47

She leaned against the wall, feeling extremely uncomfortable, her face deathly pale as she continued to retch, but nothing came out.

Seeing this, Nash nervously approached and supported her. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Nina pushed his hand away, tears welling in her eyes. "You just brought up divorce, and now you're asking what's wrong?"

Seeing her pale complexion, Nash softened his tone. "Let's go home first. We won't talk about this now."

He held her waist and led her outside. Nina didn't refuse; she didn't want to argue with Nash at the doorstep, fearing her parents would see and worry about her. Her marriage might not be happy, but she didn't want her parents to be overly concerned.

Arriving at the car, Nash looked at Nina's sickly appearance, sighed, and pulled her into his embrace again. "Nina, what should I do with you?"

Nina leaned against his shoulder, her nose tingling. She wasn't sure when she had become so fragile. Perhaps because she found some solace in Nash