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.

picked up the

up the noodle soup

so good about the noodles? Can it be as nutritious as the breakfast I brought?" Darcie said

"Get lost!"

know what? I'm about to marry you, and

but shout out, “I know, you and

bitter, and her

Hart, please." Jasper made a polite

embarrassed face, opened the door of

to be quiet. Some

met Sylvia who was walking towards the elevator at the

as she entered

caller ID on

"Hello."

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

skipped a beat and she glanced at the thermos box she was carrying. "Franklin, what

who had stepped into the elevator, jerked her eyes up to Sylvia, and clutched

couldn't wait

me." Franklin's voice was low. "As soon as I smelled the fragrance of the noodles, I knew it must be you who

didn't know what to say. Before she could say anything, she heard the man say again, "It's the same for my body. I can only be turned on by you. Honey, I can't stop feeling something

he trying to flirt

bumps

I want to eat your bread for

words, Sylvia

Franklin's

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

Sylvia was speechless.

he so

ten o'clock, Sylvia still made the

also cooked the soup and

was done, she went straight to

and

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