Chapter 699

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.

“That doesn’t look delicious at all. It isn’t as nutritious as the breakfast I brought for you,” Jenny commented, her face green with jealousy.

“Scram!”

Lucas placed the thermal food jar on the bedside table and didn’t bother sparing Jenny a glance.

“Do you know that I’m going to marry 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 know you’ve gotten a divorce. Stop thinking about her!”

Her heart wrenched in pain as she dug her nails into her palm forcefully.

“Ms. Holt, this way please.” Spencer gestured for her to leave.

Clenching her jaw in humiliation, Jenny pushed the door open and marched out.

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

Jenny had just stepped out of the ward when she saw Ashlyn walking toward the elevator.

The moment Ashlyn walked into the elevator, her phone rang.

She held her phone tightly when she saw the familiar caller ID.

“Hello.”

The man’s deep voice came through the phone. “You cooked the noodles, but why didn’t you come in?”

Ashlyn’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the thermal food jar in her hand. “Lucas, what are you talking about?”

Jenny, who had entered the elevator at the same time, promptly whipped her head around to glare at Ashlyn as her grip on her purse tightened.

Is he that impatient to give the b*tch a call?

“Honey, 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 cooking.”

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

I didn’t even show up, but he realized it was my cooking based on the aroma. Well, what can I say?

Before she could say anything, the man added, “It’s just like you’re the only one my body desires.

Honey, you’re a minx. Everyone knows you’re Mrs. Nolan, but you delivered the noodles without coming in to visit me. How could you be this cruel?”

His voice was grim, as though he was tamping his passion down instead of letting it loose.

Ashlyn was so stunned that she didn’t even notice that a woman was glowering at her menacingly in the elevator.

Did he read romance novels again? I can’t believe he used the word “minx.” Those domineering CEOs in the novels love saying, “You tormenting little minx.”

That very thought gave her goosebumps. She shuddered involuntarily and stepped out of the elevator.

“Honey, I’d like to have tacos for lunch,” Lucas requested.

Ashlyn’s heart skipped yet again.

She was about to say no when Lucas’ voice rang out. It seemed that he was gritting his teeth when he sneered.

“If you refuse to deliver food, I shall starve to death. I won’t eat anything until you come,” he vowed.

Ashlyn was at a loss for words.

He’s really domineering and childish!

When the clock ticked past ten in the morning, Ashlyn started preparing the ingredients to make tacos.