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.

nutritious as the breakfast I brought for you,” Jenny

“Scram!”

the thermal food jar on the bedside

of convenience. How could you ask me to

in pain as she dug her

this way please.” Spencer gestured for

in humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open and marched

brightly lit but eerily silent. Sometimes, one would see patients or family members

the ward

Ashlyn walked into the elevator,

her phone tightly when she saw the familiar

“Hello.”

the phone. “You cooked the noodles, but why

she glanced at the thermal food jar in her hand. “Lucas, what are you

the elevator at the same time, promptly whipped her head

impatient to give the

me one sniff to know that you cooked

she was supposed to say in

he realized it was my

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