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.

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

“Scram!”

placed the thermal food jar on the bedside

are going to discuss our marriage of convenience. How could you ask

she dug her nails into her palm

Holt, this way please.” Spencer

in humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open and

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

just stepped out of the ward when she saw Ashlyn

moment Ashlyn walked into the elevator,

held her phone tightly when she saw the familiar

“Hello.”

through the phone. “You

thermal

promptly whipped her head around to glare at Ashlyn as her grip

he that impatient to give

to me,” Lucas rasped. “It only took me one sniff to know that you cooked the noodles. After all, I can

what she was supposed to

didn’t even show up, but he realized it was my cooking based on the aroma. Well, what can I

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