NovelEnglishShe 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTen 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. "Cover, it's ready," he said.
Nina observed the chicken soup Nash had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if he had cto terms with the child growing in her belly.
Silently, she approached and took a seat opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off the pot, releasing steam infused with the savory scent of meat.
"Not bad, huh?" he asked, content with his creation. With just the two of them in the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving the impression of a caring husband attending to his wife.
Without uttering a word, Nina dipped the soup ladle into the pot. "I noticed you were following a pregnancy recipe earlier," she remarked.
Nash's expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of awkwardness. Cooking wasn't challenging, but preparing such a substantial dish for the first twas a new experience for him. "I made sfor you," he said, spooning ssoup into her bowl.
Nina watched his attentive and caring demeanor, unable to detect any trace of his previous insistence on her having an abortion. She chuckled lightly. "So, have you cto terms with it?" Nash paused, his gaze shifting to her belly, his expression darkening for a moment before he placed the bowl in front of her.
Nina eyed the soup but refrained from drinking it immediately. "Are you truly doing this willingly? I recall how eager you were aboutgetting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture of kindness with the chicken soup?" She had to be cautious. Nash was capable of anything to achieve his objectives.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCalmly, she asked, "You could give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you put anything in this soup for me?" She had stumbled 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 do that to Miranda, what would stop him from doing the sto her? Nash's expression shifted, his gaze turning cold. "Are you suspecting me?" "Shouldn't I?" Nina stared back at him.
Suspecting him was only natural. If he could do it to Miranda, why not her? Nash's initial enthusiasm was
quickly deflated by the cold reality of the situation. He couldn't thaw Nina's icy demeanor, and his tone grewn harsher "Nina, kdid want you to Er terminate this pregnancy. Apart from that, I've tolerated everything from you. I'm willing to overlook your past actions as long as you agree to abort this child!"
He stressed multiple times that he had no tolerance for her unborn child. Initially, Nina had thought it wouldn't matter if he doubted the child's paternity. After all, they were headed for divorce anyway. But in reality, he couldn't bear it. He didn't want a divorce, and was now applying pressure on her.
"I've made myself clear that I won't terminate the pregnancy," Nina stated coldly, eyeing the chicken soup he had painstakingly prepared without any appetite. "I won't even touch this soup. Don't waste your efforts. If you're eager to shower attention on a woman, go find Miranda. I'm sure she would appreciate your gestures, and I'll gladly support you two!" X
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