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.

soup Nash had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if he had come to

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

the room now, the atmosphere was

a word, Nina dipped the soup ladle into the pot. "I noticed

Cooking wasn't challenging, but preparing such a substantial dish for the first time was a new experience for him. "I

come to terms with it?" Nash paused, his gaze shifting to her belly, his expression darkening

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

to Miranda. Did you put anything in this soup

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

shifted, his gaze turning cold.

stared back at

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