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 the breakfast I brought for

“Scram!”

food jar on the bedside table and didn’t bother sparing Jenny a

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 know you’ve gotten a divorce.

pain as she dug

Holt, this way please.” Spencer

humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open and

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

the ward when she

moment Ashlyn walked into the

tightly when she saw

“Hello.”

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

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

promptly whipped her head around to

that impatient to give the b*tch

me,” Lucas rasped. “It only took me one sniff to know that you cooked the

what she was supposed to say in response to

my cooking

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