Gloria Galloway’s mouth curved up in a smile; at least he liked what she made. If that’s the case, even if she were truly gone, this man would remember her, wouldn’t he? That’s enough, Julian. She thought to herself and immediately responded. Julian Sterling promptly hung up, seemingly unwilling to say another word. But Gloria was still happy; she had always been good at comforting herself. For example, Julian Sterling called her first, which was a great improvement. As soon as she hung up the phone, she was about to walk out, but the doctor stopped her in time. "Are you crazy?! You’ve just finished chemotherapy, you’re likely to stumble with even a few steps, so you should hurry back to bed!" Gloria could not listen to his words. "I have something to do now, I need to leave immediately, doctor, please don’t bother me." She pushed the doctor aside, walking step by step toward the outside; even her silhouette radiated stubbornness. The doctor sighed, "Ahh, you’re going to get into trouble, Miss Galloway. What if you faint on the roadside? No one has accompanied you to chemotherapy these days, I guess you might be from out of town, otherwise, you wouldn’t be all alone." Gloria stiffened, tears marking her loss. Indeed, every time she came, the doctor would ask why no one was with her; the other leukemia patients in the ward were always accompanied, with people comforting them when they cried, and buying breakfast when they felt hungry. Only she, had to bite her lip hard to hold back when crying, and had to drag her pained body down the stairs to eat when hungry. "I don’t want my friends to know, afraid they’ll be sad. Doctor, I hope you won’t ask too much; treatment is my choice, I know you care but I don’t need it." The doctor wanted to persuade her further, but hearing her speak , he had to stop. Gloria leaned against the wall, slowly leaving; just a few short steps had sweat pouring from her. Arriving at the hospital entrance, she looked up at the sky, the corners of her mouth lifting. She thought of herself as a mermaid, going to the witch to turn her tail into legs, each step causing pain. Thinking of this story, her mood surprisingly lightened. Gloria hailed a cab, and once inside, she feebly told the driver her address. The driver saw her pale face resembling paper, couldn’t help but worry a bit. "Miss, are you alright? Looking so unwell, don’t have an incident in my car, I can’t take on that responsibility." Gloria smiled, resting her head against the cold glass, as if this would clear her mind slightly. "Driver, please go, I’m fine." Despite the pain, sweat kept flowing on her body; although it was winter, she felt her thermal clothes were already wet. The car stopped at the destination, and she trembled while settling her fare, then got out. The driver felt a bit helpless, but still feared trouble, ultimately not helping her. "Girls these days, truly don’t cherish their bodies; if you don’t love yourself, how will someone else? Next time, be more careful, after all, it’s quite unfortunate for the child." After the doctor spoke, he drove away. Gloria felt a little speechless, knowing the doctor had misunderstood, thinking she went to the hospital for an abortion. She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, adjusted her expression, took out a mirror, and realized her face was indeed frighteningly pale, even she was startled, no wonder the doctor asked if she was okay earlier. Gloria feared Julian Sterling might notice something, so she meticulously applied a bit of blush and lipstick; her complexion finally didn’t look as terrible. She took a deep breath and walked toward her home. Julian Sterling had already been waiting impatiently inside the house for quite a while; hearing the sound of the door opening, his body instantly tensed. Gloria saw the man sitting on the sofa at a glance, suddenly feeling the scenario truly intriguing, usually, she was the one sitting on the sofa waiting. "Why are you just getting back? If you’d delayed any longer, I’d have starved!" Gloria smiled, slowly bending down to change her shoes. That motion almost made her scream in pain; the operation site was on her back, the bending motion made the wound tense, causing her to draw a sharp breath. But fearing Julian Sterling might notice, she bit back her cries, tremblingly changed her shoes, and placed them in the shoe cabinet. Julian Sterling noticed her slow movements, furrowing his brows; why did this woman change shoes so leisurely? "Are you intentionally trying to starve me?" Updates are released by 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Actually, he didn’t wish to speak coldly to her, but once the words came out, he couldn’t control it. Gloria finished changing her shoes, sweat already covering her forehead. "Sorry, I’ll go downstairs right now." Actually, Julian Sterling could cook very well; in the past, when the brothers gathered for meals, he was the one busy in the kitchen. Yet he never cooked once for Gloria Galloway; it was always this woman bustling around the kitchen. Gloria acted naturally, heading to the kitchen; as soon as the kitchen door closed, she clung to it in pain, quietly steadying her breath. Every cell was screaming discomfort; she felt she was nearly dying. But thinking of Julian Sterling still with an empty stomach, she couldn’t afford any more thought, forcing herself to grab spaghetti from the fridge. Although making noodles should be quick, it took her a whole hour; Julian Sterling, waiting impatiently outside, approached the kitchen door. "Don’t come in, I’ll be done soon!" Fearing he’d see her sweating appearance, Gloria hurriedly stopped him. Julian Sterling paused with the door handle, "How can cooking noodles take so long?" Gloria’s hands constantly trembled; hearing his question, she slightly smiled. "Sorry, the noodles got burnt by accident, I cooked a new batch." Though puzzled, Julian Sterling returned to the sofa. Gloria sighed in relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead and face, and carried two bowls of noodles out. Entering the living room, her hands were trembling the whole time, barely having any strength. As soon as she placed the noodles before Julian Sterling, her hands shook violently, causing one bowl to fall directly to the ground. Her hand was scalded by the noodle soup, prompting a shriek; she didn’t steady the other bowl either, which fell to the ground. Two fragrant bowls of noodles merely showed up briefly, then lay sprawled on the floor, even the bowls shattered into several pieces. Julian Sterling’s face instantly darkened, looking coldly at her. Gloria panicked and crouched down, scooping the broken bowl and noodles into the trash. Because she crouched in haste, her back wound tugged painfully. "Sorry, my hand trembled a bit. I’ll make another bowl for you, alright?" Julian Sterling had already stood up, his expression somewhat grave. He even thought that Gloria Galloway didn’t want to cook for him at all; just now, delaying so long, was perhaps to starve him on purpose. Now he’s hungry, and she spilled both bowls of noodles.