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.

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

“Scram!”

placed the thermal food jar on the bedside

Holt family are going to discuss our marriage of convenience. How could you ask me to scram?” Jenny couldn’t

she dug her nails

Spencer gestured for her

pushed

but eerily silent. Sometimes, one would see

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

walked into the elevator, her phone

her phone tightly when

“Hello.”

“You cooked the noodles, but

the thermal food jar in her

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

that impatient to

took me one sniff to know that you cooked the

was supposed to say in response

was my cooking based on the aroma. Well, what can

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