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.

nutritious as the breakfast I brought for you,”

“Scram!”

the bedside table

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. Stop

she dug her nails into

way please.” Spencer

jaw in humiliation, Jenny pushed

Sometimes, one would see patients or family members

had just stepped out of the ward

Ashlyn walked into the elevator,

when she saw the familiar caller

“Hello.”

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

the thermal food jar in her

whipped her head around to glare at Ashlyn as her

that impatient to give the b*tch a

me,” Lucas rasped. “It only took me one sniff to

didn’t know what she was supposed to say in response

show up, but he realized it was my cooking based

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