Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 945

The air in the room grew thick and stifling, pressing against Noah’s chest until every breath felt like inhaling lead.

Cynthia woke up around noon. When she opened her eyes, she saw Noah still sitting by her bed.

“You're awake?” Noah looked at her and instinctively reached out to touch her forehead. “Good, the fever's gone.”

“Mm,” Cynthia murmured, frowning and turning her head to avoid his touch.

She sat up in bed and reached for her phone on the nightstand. Seeing this, Noah quickly handed it to her.

Cynthia checked the time. It was three in the afternoon; she had slept for a long time.

“Where are Mom and Dad?” she asked, putting her phone down.

“They went home for now,” Noah said.

Mr. and Mrs. Scott were both professionals with jobs; they couldn't stay at the hospital with Cynthia twenty-four hours a day.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?” Noah asked.

“Yes,” Cynthia nodded. She hadn't eaten all day and was genuinely hungry.

The soup Noah had brought back was cold by now, but some of the side dishes were still edible. The soup Mrs. Scott had delivered was still warm in a thermos, so Noah poured it into a bowl and handed it to Cynthia.

Cynthia took a spoon and began to eat her soup.

Noah sat across from her, watching.

“Cynthia, I've canceled the termination procedure.”

Hearing this, Cynthia stopped eating and looked up at him. The unnerving placidness in her eyes made his heart race.

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