My Extraordinary Wife

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!”

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

you soon? The Nolan 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

in pain as she dug her nails into

way please.” Spencer gestured for

humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open and marched

eerily silent. Sometimes, one would see patients or family

stepped out of the ward

walked into the elevator, her phone

phone tightly when she saw the familiar caller

“Hello.”

voice came through the phone. “You cooked the noodles,

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

at the same time, promptly whipped her

that impatient to give the

one sniff to know that you cooked the noodles. After all, I can only stomach your

know what she was supposed to say in response to

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