Nana Komatsu Film นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For some reason, Nana was quite offended by what Rin said and snickered. "Well, what do you know about fun anyway?" Nana spat before she stood from her chair, picked up her bag, and left the room without waiting for her response. Rin was just left dumbfounded to where she is currently standing and looked at her friends as if she was asking what the hell just happened. *** Miyazaki Nana was walking straight to the parking lot, where she knows Mr. Sawada was waiting for her with her BMW, when she felt someone grabbed her right hand that made her turn around.

Just as Nanako looked up into the sky and thought about Charlie in her heart, Charlie, who was hiding on top of a wall, saw the beautiful silhouette in the courtyard below. He bypassed the Ito residence’s security and circled the residence halfway around its perimeter before seeing Nanako, whom he had been missing in his heart. Seeing Nanako wearing a kimono with a classic bun, he couldn’t help but sigh. “No wonder Nanako is the perfect role model of Yamato Nadeshiko. It is not an exaggeration at all. She is definitely the most beautiful and perfect Japanese woman I have ever seen.”

Allana thought she was a worker here but one of the waiters walked to them and called Nana. “ナナさん、やってみましょう。マスターはあなたが働いて疲れているのを見たら怒るでしょう。” (Nanasan, yatte mimashou. Masutā wa anata ga hataraite tsukarete iru no o mitara okorudeshou.) (Miss Nana, please let us do it. Master would get mad if he saw you working and tiring yourself.)

Patima looked around Watanabe’s residence and saw the van that they used yesterday. "They are inside, and please come in" MJ stepped aside which made Patima step inside and skip her way to the living room area of the house. As soon as she steps inside the living room, every pair of eyes inside looks in her direction making her blush at the attention. "Wow, Patima Takahashi got herself to go out again? I thought you wouldn't make it" Natalie said. The younger grin widely as she marches towards the empty seat beside Autumn. "Nat, it's more fun with Patima so don't ask her why she got herself out again," Aiko said, which got approved by Dylan.

She’s not just Marco’s woman anymore—she’s the Luna, the mother of his heir. And Nana? Nana is exactly where Melissa wants her to be. In the dirt. The scent of roasted meat fills the hall, the chatter and laughter drowning out the quiet shuffling of feet in the background. Nana moves from table to table, collecting empty plates, her head bowed, her face carefully blank. She doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She doesn’t react, no matter how many times someone "accidentally" spills a drink in her direction or shoves a plate into her hands like she’s nothing but a servant.