CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 1640

Although she didn't finish her sentence, the message she wanted to convey was obvious to everyone.

At that moment, the three of them fell silent.

It wasn't until a while later that Caitlin broke it by patting Joyce on the shoulder. “All right now. Don't overthink it.”

Joyce hummed in acknowledgment. “I know. Anyway, it's getting late. I'm going back in to check if he has finished his soup and clean up after him.”

“Go on then.” Caitlin nodded.

Joyce subsequently got back to her feet and knocked on the ward door. “Mr. Quinn, it's me. Can I come in?”

“Go ahead.” Stanley's voice rang out. It sounded calm and didn't carry any hint of resentment.

Consequently, Caitlin and Jonathan exchanged glances with each other.

Caitlin was now convinced that Stanley no longer harbored any animosity toward them.

Despite their curiosity as to what the reason was, they had no intention of asking about it.


After all, they were worried that doing so would anger him.

“Jon, should we go in?” Caitlin asked her husband, to which he shook his head.

“No. He blames us for causing the death of his parents. That's why he hates us more than Joyce. Perhaps his change of heart only applies to her and not us?”

“You're right. Fine, we'll just wait here for her,” Caitlin replied with a smile.

Jonathan didn't comment as he simply held her hand in silent consolation.

Upon entering the ward, the first thing Joyce did was look toward the bed to see if Stanley had finished his soup.

However, instead of holding a bowl, Stanley had a medical magazine in his hands, taking Joyce by surprise. “Mr. Quinn, did you not drink the soup?”

When Stanley gestured with his chin toward the bedside table, Joyce spotted the empty bowl on top of it.

It was evident that Stanley had finished it.

For some strange reason, a sense of delight filled Joyce. Nevertheless, she didn't show it as she picked up the empty bowl. “Do you want some more, Mr. Quinn?”

Stanley shook his head as he looked at her. “That's enough for me. It was delicious. Did you make it yourself?”

Joyce looked down to avoid his gaze. “Yes, I did. Thank you.”

“I don't remember you knowing how to make soup,” Stanley remarked with one hand supporting his head.

Joyce hummed in response. “I learned it from my mom and finally got it after failing a few times.”

Stanley lifted his chin slightly. “Not bad.”

Tilting her head, Joyce had no idea what he meant by “not bad.”

Is he complimenting me for my cooking skills or the fact that I'm learning to cook from Mom?
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