CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: A STRANGE SENSE OF FAMILIARITY

Life-saving grace?

Ann Vaughn looked at him with a slight daze, her bright eyes reflecting those calm and composed eyes, suddenly overlapping with the man she encountered that night, who was poisoned by the aphrodisiac.

"It’s you?!" Ann Vaughn was momentarily surprised but quickly came to terms with it, smiling with curved eyes, "As a doctor, it’s my duty to save you, and besides, you paid the consultation fee, you don’t owe me anything, in fact, I should thank you for helping just now."

If not, who knows how that group of people would have insulted her; the mere thought was terrifying.

Sutton Jennings showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "You don’t have to be polite, if there’s anything you want, I can help you achieve it, whether it’s money or fame."

"No need," Ann Vaughn shook her head with pursed lips, having accepted the substantial consultation fee of five million to help her grandfather’s clinic, which had resolved her immediate crisis.

What he had given already exceeded what she had done, and if she were to ask for more in return, wouldn’t that be greedy?

"Gurgle—"

Just then, a few suspicious sounds suddenly emerged from Ann Vaughn’s stomach.

Ann Vaughn’s pretty face immediately turned an embarrassed shade of red, covering her abdomen with her hand and looking down awkwardly, she hadn’t eaten much before coming...

"I’ll take you to get something to eat." Sutton Jennings’s usually cold eyes showed a touch of amusement, "Consider it a thank you for the date cake."

What does this mean?

Ann Vaughn was a bit confused, but seeing him lead the way, she hesitated for a moment before following.

She thought Sutton Jennings would take her to have something casual at Aurelia’s restaurant, after all, with the way he barged into the private room and threw out that unsavory character, his status couldn’t be low.

Until fifteen minutes later, Sutton Jennings stopped the car in front of a small noodle shop and led the puzzled Ann Vaughn inside.

The noodle shop wasn’t big, but it was tidy and clean everywhere. Smelling the rich fragrance lingering in the air, Ann Vaughn suddenly felt even hungrier.

"One beef ramen, one pork bone broth noodles, no cilantro or scallions." Sutton Jennings went straight to the counter, gesturing something to the owner, then turned to sit down.

The words Ann Vaughn was about to speak got stuck in her throat as she looked at Sutton Jennings’s mature yet slightly lazy face with some surprise.

How did he know she liked pork bone broth noodles without cilantro or scallions?

Coincidence... perhaps.

The two bowls of noodles were quickly served. Ann Vaughn just opened her mouth to ask the owner for a cup, but the owner walked away with the tray without looking up.

"The owner is deaf and mute, everything in the shop is self-service." Sutton Jennings, who seemed to be a regular here, got up and brought over a glass and a bottle of freshly squeezed cranberry juice, placing them in front of her, explaining casually.

"Thank you." Ann Vaughn looked at the cranberry juice in front of her, her delicate brows furrowing, feeling even more of that strange sensation.

Seeing no disdainful expression on Ann Vaughn’s face, Sutton Jennings’s brows relaxed a bit.

After a few bites of the noodles, Ann Vaughn felt immensely satisfied, and recalling her previous curiosity, couldn’t help but ask, "You said this is a thank you for the date cake, what does that mean?"

"The guy who received your date cake at the clinic entrance today is my brother." Sutton Jennings put down his chopsticks, speaking in a mellow tone, "Before this, he hadn’t eaten solid food for nearly a week, surviving merely on glucose for nutrition."

He lifted his eyes to look at Ann Vaughn, showing a hint of reproach in his gaze, silently chuckling, "Part of my actions tonight was for my brother’s sake; your cooking sparked his appetite."