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.

delicious at all. It isn’t as nutritious as the breakfast I brought for you,” Jenny commented, her face

“Scram!”

food jar on the bedside table and

soon? The Nolan family and the Holt family are going to discuss our marriage of convenience. How could you ask me

in pain as she dug her nails into

please.” Spencer gestured for her

humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open and marched

corridor was brightly lit but eerily silent. Sometimes, one would see patients

had just stepped out of the ward when she saw Ashlyn

moment Ashlyn walked into

tightly when she saw the familiar

“Hello.”

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

as she glanced at the thermal food jar in her hand. “Lucas,

entered the elevator at the same time, promptly whipped her head around

to

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

she was supposed to say in response

even show up, but he realized it was my cooking based on

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