In the hospital room, Hyman was looking at his phone. He sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, one hand holding the phone, and the other resting on the back of his head. He exuded a carefree and casual attitude. It seemed that he was enjoying his life even though he was sick.
The sound of a racing motor came from his phone. When Hyman saw Laura, he wasn't surprised. He only glanced at her for a moment, then his gaze landed on the thermos in her hand. He probably guessed what it was about, and there was a faint hint of mockery in the smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Hyman~" Laura's sweet and syrupy voice almost made Robert fall from mid-air.
"This is the loving soup I stewed for you. It's made with the finest... um, bones. I simmered it for hours. I didn't sleep at all last night, just thinking about coming to see you this morning." She spoke affectionately, but the key point was that she was spouting nonsense. She went to bed at 10 o'clock last night.
Robert looked at her, slightly stupefied. He thought Laura was just pretending to be his fiancée and wouldn't go against her true nature...
Indeed, Hyman heard a voice from her heart.
[Who is the chef of the Martin family? If I have the money, I will hire such a chef to make soup every day.]
Hyman smirked and said, "I'm not drinking it." He knew it couldn't possibly be the soup she personally cooked.
Laura blinked her eyes, looking somewhat sad. "You really won't drink it? I stewed it for hours myself. Just take a sip, please."
As she spoke, she leaned in and sat next to Hyman. Hyman instinctively moved to the side but didn't get up either.
Then she opened the lid, and the fragrant aroma of the soup wafted out, causing one's mouth to water.
Laura's gaze inevitably fell on the soup.
[Damn, it smells so good, so good. Say you won't drink it and let me finish it myself!]
Hyman, "..."
His gaze darkened, and he suddenly said, "Give me a bowl."
Laura, "..."?
[Why is this man so fickle and lacking self-control? What kind of man is he?]
Hyman, "..."
Even Robert, floating above them, was somewhat astonished. Hyman actually agreed? This was quite different from the scene he had imagined.
While Laura complained silently, she silently went to get a ladle and filled a bowl.
Of course, everything was readily available in the cupboard here, and Laura naturally got one for Hyman and one for herself...
After she filled a bowl for Hyman, she handed it to him, and then naturally filled a bowl for herself as well. When she blew on it and drank it with a small spoon, it was truly delightful.
The chef of the Martin family was exceptional!
After taking a sip, Laura looked at Hyman with some satisfaction. "Darling, is the one I stewed delicious?"
Hyman, "... Wasn't it stewed for me to drink?"
Laura casually said, "I just taste my own cooking, well, my cooking is really good." She remained composed and shameless.
After finishing her statement, she took another sip and blinked her innocent eyes at Hyman. She looked very innocent as she finished the entire bowl of soup.
[Wow, tomorrow I'll have the Martin family try a different soup.]
Robert was astonished. The key was that Hyman seemed to have restrained himself. He only took a sip after bowing his head and then stopped. Having been spoiled since childhood and having had everything to eat and drink, he naturally didn't think much of this mouthful of soup. Instead, he had a slightly mocking attitude toward Laura's satisfaction. But soon, he restrained himself and changed his attitude.
Robert witnessed how Laura completed the task and naturally stopped caring about this side. He tried to leave the ward to see how far he could distance himself from Laura. He went around aimlessly, casually exploring places that seemed odd.
Naturally, Laura didn't touch the bowl that Hyman had drunk from; the task was just a perfunctory one, so don't expect her to put much effort into it. She just covered the remaining thermos flask, which still had more than half of it left.
[Karen has exams coming up, so I will bring her some soup every day.]
Laura, having something delicious, remembered them. In this world, there were originally only a few people she could remember, and even fewer who remembered her. Only them.
Hyman inadvertently glanced at Laura and caught the name Karen. He almost couldn't help but ask, "Who is Karen?"
Although the Martin family had concealed Laura's information and even altered the official records, they couldn't keep Hyman from having his own influence. He seemed to have found out something - Laura had siblings. It appeared that they were her family.
Laura felt Hyman's gaze and silently put the thermos flask in the kitchen in a place where Hyman wouldn't notice, intending to take it back at night.
Hyman naturally noticed Laura's actions and accidentally overheard half of her inner thoughts, nearly rolling his eyes. This woman is so shameless. Did those people lose their minds by bringing her here as his fiancée?
His attention shifted as the race car video playing on his phone caught his attention. It was from the international racing team he supported, the recent race video.
He had always liked thrilling things, but unfortunately, his family didn't allow him to do so. The responsibilities he bore didn't tolerate any excitement.
While watching, he casually asked Laura, "Can you race?"
Laura looked shocked and widened her eyes, "I can't, of course."
[Racing? I can even drift with a hearse!]
Hyman, "..."
He was completely shocked and began to doubt life and Laura's true identity. He decided to temporarily stay quiet and not talk to her anymore, to avoid being stimulated by his worldview again.
Laura stayed for a while, bored, and then left with an indifferent attitude. She didn't even have the mood to flatter Hyman a few times.
Hyman began to wonder if they were looking for trouble by bringing a woman like her, who clearly wasn't willing to stay with him. Did they think he was useless after he had a car accident?
With this thought, Hyman sneered. Sooner or later, they would pay the price.
When Laura went to find Robert, the butler appeared like a ghost, his gaze fixed on the thermos flask in her hand.
"Did he drink it?"
Laura nodded, "Yes, he did."
The butler reached out his hand, and Laura naturally held her hand back, saying casually, "By the way, I plan to start cooking for him from tomorrow, three meals a day."
In the butler's disbelief, Laura calmly added, "He was deeply moved by the soup I stewed for him today. He said he wants to have meals together in the future, and only eat the ones I make. Do you think it's wrong for me to refuse? How can today's portion be enough for two people? Oh, and I don't like coriander, but I'm not picky about anything else. Well, I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow, bye."
The butler watched her departure with great naturalness, momentarily leaving his mouth wide open. Upon closer inspection, his face only revealed one sentence.
In this world, there are such shameless people.