<h4>Chapter 182: Chapter 182 Lost</h4>


    But this time is different.


    On a night like this, being with the girl he likes, even the most unptable food is a delightful attempt.


    He lowered his head and took a bite, unable to help furrowing his brows.


    The noodles aren’t fresh, the vegetables in the veggie packet aren’t fresh, the oil in the oil packet isn’t fresh either, and there’s no telling what strange things are in the seasoning packet...


    Henry Dales is extremely picky about food; his primary condition for any meal is that the ingredients must be fresh.


    The noodles remained hard to eat, so difficult that they’re hard to swallow.


    Yet under the curious and inquisitive gaze of the person opposite him, he slowly ate it.


    "Not tasty, right?" Scarlett Yates saw how he reluctantly swallowed it, knowing just how hard the instant noodles were for him.


    She smiled and said earnestly, "If you don’t like them, don’t force yourself."


    "Actually, it’s not so bad." Henry gracefully dabbed his lips, looked up, and smiled, "Everything is a transition from unfamiliar to familiar. Maybe after eating it a few more times, it’ll feel better."


    Scarlett was taken aback; his casualment stirred some thoughts.


    She softly repeated his words, then nodded in agreement, her smile a bit ambiguous as she whispered, "Senior is right. Everything transitions from unfamiliar to familiar."


    Just like her feelings for him...


    Three years of unspoken love isn’t something that can be easily forgotten.


    But no matter how intense the feelings, after being washed by time, they will eventually fade.


    One day, she will really get used to thinking of him as just an ordinary friend.


    Henry’s expression subtly changed, a wave of indescribable pain surged in his heart, forcing a faint smile, "Speaking of familiarity, are you getting used to your internship at the hospital? If you need help, tell me. I have a friend working at Saint Mercy who can look out for you."


    Actually, he knew deep down that he was worrying needlessly.


    Scarlett being able to intern at Saint Mercy was due to the Saxon Family’s influence. Naturally, before she reported for the internship, someone had already taken care of the arrangements at the hospital.


    As expected, Scarlett declined his kindness, smiling as she said, "I’m doing well at the hospital. Everyone takes good care of me, and I appreciate your intent, Senior."


    Henry felt a slight disappointment in his heart.


    He truly wanted to help her.


    Even if he could offer just a little support, he would be happy.


    However, a strong-minded girl like her wouldn’t ask for help even if she needed it.


    His smile took on a tinge of disappointment as his voice softened, "That’s good. I should’ve known that Scarlett, being so likable, would do well anywhere."


    For a moment, their conversation halted there.


    A prolonged silence...


    Scarlett didn’t know what to say, desperately trying to think, but still couldn’t find a suitable topic.


    Outside the window, the night was pitch ck, and it was raining heavily. Countless raindrops rolled down the ss, blurring the view through the rain-soaked floor-to-ceiling windows, making it unclear from the inside looking out.


    Henry’s eyes, however, were bright and clear, like jade, quietly gazing at her.