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 fork and began to

he also drank up

not special, but he enjoyed eating them very much. "What's so good about the noodles? Can it be as nutritious as the breakfast I brought?"

"Get lost!"

at Darcie. “You know what? I'm about to marry you, and our parents are about to arrange

and Sylvia are divorced, You

and

please." Jasper made a polite

an embarrassed face, opened

hallway seemed to be quiet. Some patients and their family members were

left the ward when she met Sylvia who was walking towards

just as she entered the

after seeing the familiar caller ID on the screen, her fingers curled

"Hello."

rang out from the other end of the phone, "Why

thermos box she was carrying. "Franklin,

eyes up to Sylvia, and clutched the bag in

wait

soon as I smelled the fragrance of the noodles, I knew it must be you who made it. Only the food you make will make me have an appetite." Sylvia didn't

Honey, I can't stop feeling something for you. Now that the whole world knows you're my wife. You brought noodles but didn't come to visit me. You wicked girl!" There seemed to some repressed emotion in Franklin's tone of voice. Sylvia was slightly stunned. She didn't even

wicked girl?" Was he trying to flirt

bumps and

I want to eat your bread for

words,

Franklin's

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

Sylvia was speechless.

he

o'clock, Sylvia still

she also cooked the soup and

done, she went straight to

box and

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