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.

recipe. It appeared as if he had come to terms with the

lid off the pot,

huh?" he asked, content with his creation. With just the two of them in the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving the impression of a caring husband attending to

into the pot. "I

the first time was a new experience for him. "I made some for you," he said, spooning some

and caring demeanor, unable to detect any trace of his previous insistence on her having an abortion. She chuckled lightly. "So, have you come to terms with

paused, his gaze shifting to her belly, his expression darkening for a moment before

truly doing this willingly? I recall how eager you were about me getting an abortion

"You could give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you put

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