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.

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

the lid off the pot, releasing steam

With just the two of them in the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving the impression of a caring husband attending

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

wasn't challenging, but preparing such a substantial dish for the first time was a new experience

any trace of his previous insistence on her

belly, his expression darkening for a moment before he placed the bowl in front of

this willingly? I recall how eager you were about me getting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture of

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

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