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Nina nodded. Nash had just finished his IV drip and was ready to eat together.

In the hospital room, Nash had prepared a hearty meal specifically tailored for a pregnant woman. He opened the lid and handed a bowl of soup to Nina.

She took a sip and found it delicious, even better than her own cooking. Her appetite had been quite good lately.

Nash sat across from her. Nina picked up a piece of meat, tasted it, and found it too gamey. "This isn't good. You can have it." She tossed it into Nash's bowl and continued drinking her soup.

Nash looked at the food in his bowl, then at Nina. He noticed how casually she relied on him for things she did not want, which made him feel needed. A smile crept onto his lips. "Alright, I'll eat anything you don't like."

He ate what Nina did not want. Nina did not think much of it. It was just a natural action from her.

After finishing her meal, she noticed that Nash had eaten everything she had left. She was a bit surprised and asked, "Why are you eating my leftovers?"

Nash replied, "What's wrong with eating your leftovers? Didn't we agree that anything you don't want, I can have?"

Nina did not respond but felt a warmth in her heart. For someone like Nash, who had always been pampered, to eat her leftovers was quite surprising. It seemed like things were moving in a positive direction. As she watched him eat slowly, Nina found it sweet rather than strange. She smiled and asked, "Can you really eat things you don't like?"

Nash replied, "If you give it to me, then there's nothing I don't like."

know how to

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had rarely interacted like this, and it was

poured her a glass of juice and

took the

"Bang!"

hand and spilled juice all over her dress. Both

quickly reassured her, "It's okay, I'll clean it

helped her, wiping the

feeling strange. She had held the glass but

She stared

wondering what was ped

Content

her clean, but the juice was sweet and a bit sticky. He said, "I'll have

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expression of guilt, Nash gently