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.

chicken soup Nash had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if he had come to terms with the child growing in her

the lid off the pot, releasing

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

the pot. "I

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

insistence on her having an abortion. She

gaze shifting to her belly, his expression darkening for a

getting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture of kindness with the chicken soup?"

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

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