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 he had come to terms with the child growing in her

a seat opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off

just the two of them in the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving

the pot. "I noticed you were following a pregnancy recipe earlier,"

for the first time was a new experience for him.

on her having an abortion. She chuckled lightly. "So, have you come to terms with it?" Nash paused, his gaze shifting to her belly, his expression darkening for a moment before he placed the bowl in

recall how eager you were about me getting an abortion before. Why the sudden

she asked, "You could give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you put anything in

purchase records by accident. On that day, only Miranda had visited him, and the contraceptive pills were intended for her. If he could do that to Miranda, what would stop him from doing the same to

his gaze turning cold.

Nina stared back at

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