As Lucas’ gaze landed on Jenny, he asked in a cold voice, “Who are you? Why are you in my ward?”

Taken aback, Jenny replied unhappily, “Mr. Nolan, I’m Jenny Holt. We’ve been colleagues for years. I’m a flight attendant.”

Why can’t he remember me or recognize me? This is horrible.

Her eyes turned red in anguish, and tears nearly escaped her eyes.

However, Jenny managed to hold back her tears.

“Mr. Nolan, do you want some noodles?” Spencer inquired as he unscrewed the cap of the thermal food jar.

Lucas took a sniff. Although he didn’t see the person he wanted to see here, the noodles were to his liking.

Without further ado, he picked up a fork and devoured the noodles.

That wasn’t it, for he didn’t forget to finish every drop of the soup.

The noodles were plain, but he made it seem like a lavish and sumptuous meal.

at all. It isn’t as nutritious as the breakfast I brought for you,” Jenny commented, her

“Scram!”

food jar on the bedside table and didn’t bother

convenience. How could you ask me to scram?”

heart wrenched in pain as she

Holt, this way please.” Spencer gestured

jaw in humiliation, Jenny pushed the

but eerily silent. Sometimes, one would see

the ward when she saw Ashlyn

into the elevator, her phone

held her phone tightly when she saw the

“Hello.”

the phone. “You cooked the noodles, but why didn’t you come

the thermal food jar in her hand.

the elevator at the same time, promptly whipped her head around to glare at Ashlyn as her

he that impatient to give

lie to me,” Lucas rasped. “It only took me one sniff to know that you cooked the

supposed to say in response to

up, but he realized it was my cooking based on the

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