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.

the chicken soup Nash had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It

took a seat opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off the pot, releasing steam infused with the savory

asked, content with his creation. With just the two of them in the room now,

the soup ladle into the pot. "I

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

have you come to terms with

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

asked, "You could give contraceptives to Miranda.

Quincy's purchase records by accident. On that day, only Miranda had visited him, and the contraceptive pills were intended

shifted, his gaze turning

stared back

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