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As he embraced her, Nina stiffened for a moment before setting down the pot she was cooking in and asked, "What's wrong? Dinner will be ready soon."

But Nash held her tighter, burying his face in her hair. The familiar scent eased his uneasy emotions. "Nothing, I just feel more comfortable being with you," he murmured.

Nina's gaze remained indifferent as she continued stirring the vegetables in the pot. "The kitchen is filled with smoke. It's not suitable for you."

Nash insisted, "Anywhere with you is fine."

In the past, Nina would have found this comforting, her heart filled with joy. But now, it was as if Nash's sweet words had no effect. Perhaps too many days of anticipation had made her heart numb. She did not push him away, nor did she reject him. She simply stayed quiet and kept him close.

She knew they rarely had such opportunities, and they would not have many more. Once the food was ready, she pulled Nash's hand away and turned to him with a smile. "Let's go, it's ready. I'll plate it nicely before serving."

"No need to be so particular," Nash said, not minding at all. As long as it was made by her, he would eat it all.

Nina explained as she ushered him out, feeling embarrassed under his puzzled

prohibiting his entry. Watching her busy figure and attention to detail, her womanly appearance brought a smile

and sat at the dining

lighting, the atmosphere was set. Nash's fingers tapped on the table, and at the slightest sound from the kitchen, he

dim light, Nash's deep eyes gazed at Nina

usual rigid and solemn professional attire. Instead, she

under

were curved slightly, giving her a joyful appearance. Her hair was loosely

captivated by her appearance. He noticed that Nina

home-cooked meals, three dishes and a soup, enough

of his daze, composed himself, and replied

red wine,"