My Extraordinary Wife

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!”

bedside table and

The Nolan family and the Holt family are going to discuss our marriage of convenience. How could you ask me to scram?” Jenny couldn’t stop herself from screaming out loud. “I

pain as she dug her nails into her

Spencer gestured for

in humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open and marched

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

the ward

Ashlyn walked into the elevator,

phone tightly when she saw the familiar caller

“Hello.”

through the phone. “You cooked the noodles, but

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

had entered the elevator at the same time, promptly whipped her head around to glare at Ashlyn as her grip on

to

rasped. “It only took me one sniff to know that you

she was supposed to

even show up, but he realized it was my cooking based on the aroma.