After ending the call with Jacob Lee, Chloe Grant placed her phone aside, feeling a bit weak, leaning against the headboard and staring at the ceiling.
The weather outside seemed nice today, with the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the room warmly.
As Chloe Grant stared at the ceiling, her eyes began to well up with tears.
"Chloe."
When Lucas walked in, Chloe quickly lowered her head and wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I made you some noodles, a light broth. The doctor said your throat is inflamed with phlegm, so you can't have fruits or sweets or spicy things."
"I was just thinking of having some," Chloe remarked, reaching out for the noodles, but Lucas wouldn't let her.
He placed the noodles aside, brought a small table to her bed, set it up, and only then did he place the noodles on the table, handing her chopsticks.
"Eat up, you were sick all day yesterday and didn't eat anything," Lucas said, his worry clear.
