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.

as nutritious as the breakfast I brought for you,” Jenny commented, her face

“Scram!”

bedside table and didn’t bother sparing Jenny a

going to discuss our marriage of convenience. How could you

wrenched in pain as she dug her

Spencer gestured for her to

jaw in humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open

silent. Sometimes, one would see patients or

had just stepped out of the ward when she saw

walked into the elevator, her

when she saw the familiar caller

“Hello.”

through the phone. “You

thermal food jar

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

to give the

don’t lie to me,” Lucas rasped. “It only took me one sniff to know that you cooked the noodles. After all, I can only stomach your

she was supposed to say

but he realized it was my cooking based on the aroma. Well, what

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