Chapter 1167

Vans was just the son of a mistress. How could he be so arrogant in front of the Stanleys? "Have I ever told you about my background?" When Vans returned home, he found Nina standing at the door, struggling to enter the passcode. She saw him approaching, and her heart ached in pain. The marks on his face... She really wanted to ask Vans what had happened. Didn't he go and propose to Lina? Wasn't he done with Nina? He didn’t want her to pester him anymore, did he? Now, he appeared before her in such a sorry state, covered in fingerprints and dirty clothes. Who was he trying to impress? Tears welled up in Nina’s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. She wasn't Diana; she couldn't match the latter's composure. She knew how serious Vans's obsession with cleanliness, and choked back a sob. Yet he seemed wholly unperturbed, even with soup stains on his shirt. Vans looked at Nina with an apologetic gaze. "Don't cry." Why should she cry? Vans even managed to smile. This