Chapter 543: Chapter 543

The patient next to Marcus Walsh is named Hugh Sutton. He looks about the same age as Marcus, but in the two days he’s been hospitalized, countless women have come to visit him. Marcus went from initial surprise to now being nonchalant about it.

He originally thought this girl was also here to see Hugh Sutton, but unexpectedly she suddenly asked, "I’m not looking for Hugh Sutton; are you Marcus Walsh?"

Marcus was taken aback again, a look of surprise in his eyes as he looked Sunny Hale up and down.

She wasn’t wearing a nurse’s uniform, so she probably wasn’t a nurse from the hospital.

"I’m Marcus Walsh, and you are...?"

Sunny Hale smiled and introduced herself, "Hello, I’m Sunny Hale, a designer at Elysian. I’m here to deliver a meal on behalf of Manager Sinclair." Follow current novels on ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

Sunny Hale, a designer at Elysian?

Marcus recently has been helping with matters at Elysian, and he was quite familiar with every designer there, but he had never heard of a designer named Sunny Hale.

He asked puzzled, "Why haven’t I seen you before?"

Sunny continued, "I’ve only been on the job for two days, so you haven’t seen me yet."

Sunny was already briefed on Marcus Walsh’s identity by Nina Sinclair and wasn’t too curious about his question, immediately explaining it to him.

Marcus suddenly understood, realizing she was the designer who recently joined. No wonder he hadn’t seen her before.

He knew all the employees at Elysian had defected, and now Nina Sinclair had to find new designers, though he didn’t know how capable this new designer was.

Speaking of designers, Marcus thought of Rebecca Lowell again.

Being dumped by Rebecca Lowell still bothered him somewhat, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

To this day, Marcus did not blame Rebecca Lowell, feeling he had deceived her, causing her to be so angry. However, when he called Rebecca earlier, her attitude was truly hurtful.

He felt deeply saddened.

At this moment, Sunny Hale walked in nonchalantly. She opened the box in her hand, pulled a small table over, and set the meal in front of him, saying, "This is freshly made and still hot. Please eat it quickly."

An enticing aroma filled the ward.

Having already been driven hungry by the aroma of the meal next door, Marcus was ravenous when he saw the appetizing dish before him; his mouth watered uncontrollably, and he struggled to sit up.

Sunny immediately stepped forward to help him.

"Thank you," Marcus said a little embarrassedly.

He picked up the chopsticks and began to eat. As the first bite entered his mouth, Marcus felt as though bird songs and floral scents surrounded him, and his whole being was uplifted.

It was uncertain whether it was because he was too hungry or for some other reason, but he found the meal exceptionally delicious.

Moreover, it unexpectedly resonated with a taste from his memories.

Eating, tears welled up in Marcus’s eyes, as indescribable emotions welled up in his heart.

This taste was exactly the same as the food his late mother used to make, a taste he’s kept in his memory. All these years, he never tasted such flavors outside his memories.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Seeing Marcus suddenly freeze, Sunny almost thought she had used the wrong seasoning and looked at Marcus nervously.

Marcus quickly shook his head and then started devouring the food.

Seeing him eat happily, Sunny felt relieved and said with a smile, "Then I’ll head back now. Manager Sinclair is waiting for me at home."

"Wait!" Marcus put down his chopsticks.

Sunny, who was about to leave, stopped and turned her head toward Marcus with some confusion, waiting for what he had to say next.