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.

the chicken soup Nash had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe.

took a seat opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off the

bad, huh?" he asked, content with his creation. With just the two of them in the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving

word, Nina dipped the soup ladle into the pot. "I noticed you

preparing such a substantial dish for the first time was a new experience for him. "I made some for you," he said, spooning some soup

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

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

you were about me getting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture

"You could give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you put anything

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