She didn't want to pay any more attention to Nash, ready to leave. Just as she turned, she caught Nash looking at her.

He said, "It'll be ready soon. Are you hungry?"

Nina halted her steps, facing him squarely. "I only care about when you're leaving," she replied.

Nash evaded the question, saying, "We'll eat in ten minutes."

Nina saw him turn away, focusing on the dish he was preparing, evidently avoiding addressing her question.

Ten minutes later, Nash emerged with a small pot of chicken soup. Placing it on the table, he wiped his hands with a towel and looked at Nina. "Come over, it's ready," he said.

had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if he had come to terms with the

she approached and took a seat opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off the pot, releasing steam infused with

asked, content with his creation. With just the two of them in the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving the impression

dipped the soup ladle into the pot. "I noticed you were following

the first time was

of his previous insistence on her

gaze shifting to her belly, his expression darkening for a moment before he placed the bowl in front

you were about me getting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture of kindness with the chicken soup?" She had to be

asked, "You could give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you put anything in this soup for

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