Jamie turned around and saw Fiona.
Thinking that Fiona did not like the smell of smoke, Jamie subconsciously stubbed out the cigarette and threw it away.
Fiona saw Jamie's actions, and she instantly felt relaxed.
Fiona knew that Jamie would not blame her. Fiona thought even if she killed that woman, Jamie would not be willing to do anything to her.
"Why are you here?" Jamie asked.
Fiona held the thermos jug in her hand and said softly, "Jamie, I made soup for you for breakfast. It's your favorite seafood soup."
Jamie's eyes turned warmer. In those days of hardship abroad, the soup that Fiona cooked for him was the only warmth in his life.
Fiona and Jamie went to the dining table in the VIP ward.
Fiona opened the thermos and personally served Jamie a bowl of soup.
Jamie took the bowl and tried the soup.
"How does it taste? Does it taste the same as before?" Fiona asked Jamie with a gentle look in her eyes.