"What's the matter? You don't like the design? If you're not into it, I’ll have the designer start over. There’s no problem."
Regina hurriedly shook her head, "It's not that I don't like it. This place is amazing. I adore every little detail. I really do, but..."
"But what?" Nolan asked, his anxiety creeping in. He'd gone above and beyond, all to make sure Regina would be blown away the moment she stepped in, hoping she'd find living here incredibly comfortable.
"It's just that... SouthHill Community is not mine."
Through Regina's eyes, Nolan could see a glimmer of loss.
Despite her feigned stubbornness, she still uttered those words, leaving Nolan puzzled about her reasoning.
"We're married; this is our home together. Why would you say it's not yours?"
"It might not be mine, but it's definitely yours, Nolan. I know you married me under duress, and I'm willing to divorce once the dust settles. So, you really don’t have to put on a show for my dad. SouthHill Community will eventually welcome its true mistress."
Nolan's expression darkened instantly, and even the smile Regina forced seemed entirely artificial.
She was holding back her pain as she spoke those words. If it were up to her, why wouldn't she wish to be the true mistress of SouthHill Community?
"Are you joking?"
Nolan reverted to his impassive demeanor, which, oddly, gave Regina some relief. She should be used to this version of Nolan, shouldn't she?
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