In Poppy's hospital room, James opened the thermos box Sylvia had brought.

"Smells good. Sylvia, you're a good cook."

After one night, Poppy's mood had improved.

She looked at Sylvia with slightly raised eyes, her eyelashes fluttering in the light, "Sylvia, thank you ..."

Sylvia looked at her haggard face, tried to curl the corners of her mouth, and wrote in distress, "Hurry up and eat the noodles, or they won't taste good.”

"Okay." Poppy nodded and began to eat the noodles.

In Franklin's hospital room.

Franklin was woken up by the familiar smell of noodles. It was the noodles ... made by Sylvia. It smelled so good.

He instantly turned so hungry.

Seeing him wake up, before Jasper could speak, Darcie ran to the hospital bed said with an attentive face, "Mr. Maskelyne, I brought you breakfast. You try it?"

Franklin's eyes fell on Darcie's face, and he looked cold. "Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

Darcie was shocked and said in an injured tone, "Mr. Maskelyne, I am Darcie ... we have been colleagues together for several years. I am a flight attendant ... *

Why couldn't he remember her?

Why couldn't he recognize her?

She was so sad that her eyes were red rimmed.

Tears almost fell out, but she held them back.

"Mr. Maskelyne, do you want to eat noodles?" Jasper opened the thermos box.

Franklin smelled it, and although he did not see the person he was expecting to see, the noodles were extremely to his liking.

directly picked up the

also drank up the

were not special, but he enjoyed eating them very much. "What's so good about the

"Get lost!"

bed table and didn't even look at Darcie. “You know what? I'm about to marry you, and our parents are about to arrange a marriage for us.

know, you and Sylvia are divorced, You should stop

bitter, and her

Hart, please." Jasper made a polite

an embarrassed face, opened the door of the room

seemed to be quiet. Some patients

had just left the ward when she met Sylvia who was walking towards the elevator at

rang just as she

ID on the

"Hello."

the phone, "Why don't you come to visit me after cooking the noodles

heart skipped a beat and she glanced at the thermos box she

stepped into the elevator, jerked her eyes up to Sylvia, and clutched the bag in her

couldn't wait

smelled the fragrance of the noodles, I knew it must be you who made it. Only the food you make will make me

can't stop feeling something for you.

Was he

have goose bumps and

I want to eat your bread for

she heard Franklin's words, Sylvia

heard Franklin's

don't deliver your bread, I'll starve to death! I won't eat anything

Sylvia was speechless.

he so

ten o'clock, Sylvia still

cooked the soup and some

done, she

and went straight to

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