See her like this
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"You don't need to do all this..."
"Your juice," I said, handing her the glass.
"I know you have to go to work."
"I'm working in my office," I replied seriously as I continued chopping the fruit.
"Since when?"
"A couple of days," I lied, not even stopping to look at her.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because you're the mother of my son."
"But I already said I wasn't going to..."
"I know what you said," I interrupted her very seriously.
"So?"
"So, I hope you... don't do it," I expressed sincerely, exhaling heavily unintentionally.
"Do you really... care?" she hesitated, and I stared at her firmly.
"He's also my son. Of course, I care," I asserted firmly, and she seemed to be slightly embarrassed.
"You'd better go to yo
