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.

meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if

him. Nash lifted the lid off the pot, releasing

the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving

word, Nina dipped the soup ladle into the pot. "I noticed you were following a pregnancy recipe

expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of awkwardness. Cooking wasn't challenging, but preparing such a substantial dish for the first time was a new experience for him. "I made some for you," he said, spooning some

insistence on her having an abortion. She chuckled lightly. "So,

to her belly, his expression darkening for a moment before he

it immediately. "Are you truly doing this willingly? I recall how eager you were about me getting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture of kindness with the chicken soup?" She had to be cautious. Nash was

Miranda. Did you put anything

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