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.

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

“Scram!”

the thermal food jar on the bedside

discuss our marriage of convenience. How

in pain as she dug her

this way please.” Spencer

in humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open

but eerily silent. Sometimes,

stepped out of the ward when she saw Ashlyn walking toward the

walked into the elevator, her phone

her phone tightly when

“Hello.”

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

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

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

he that impatient to give

to know that

she was supposed to say in response to

show up, but he realized it was my cooking

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