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.

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

room now, the

ladle into the pot. "I noticed you were following a

a substantial dish for the first time was a

attentive and caring demeanor, unable to detect any trace of his previous insistence 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

were about me getting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture of kindness with the chicken soup?"

give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you put anything in this soup for

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

shifted, his gaze turning cold. "Are you

I?" Nina stared

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