Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506 Queenie’s Words Tore Bianca’s Heart In Two

Seeing how Queenie was staring at her, Bianca's gaze fell on the flask on the table.

She smiled gratefully to Queenie. "Thank you for visiting me, Mrs. Norman.

I'm sorry that I can't stand to greet you. Please take a seat..."

Queenie saw the bright smile on Bianca's face. For a moment, she was caught in a daze.

Not only did the young woman look similar to her, but when she smiled, the two faint dimples that appeared were exactly the same as hers.

Queenie remembered Bianca's performance at Old Mr. Norman's birthday party. Bianca's singing voice almost sounded like hers when she was younger.

How could there be someone who not only looked, but sounded, acted, and smiled almost the same way as her?

Queenie instantly felt an affinity toward Bianca, perhaps because Bianca reminded her of her younger days. "Don't worry, Ms. Rayne. I've made some chicken soup for you, and I hope you'll like it."

As she said that, she opened the flask.

The fragrance of the chicken soup filled the ward the moment Queenie opened the lid. Not only had it whetted Bianca's appetite, but even the nurse almost drooled.

It was too fragrant.

"You're too kind, Mrs. Norman. I'm happy that you're here to visit me in the hospital. I didn't expect that you would even make chicken soup for me. I don't know how to thank you..." Bianca was shocked by Queenie’s kind gesture, which made her somewhat at a loss for words.

Queenie smiled and handed the flask to Bianca. The soup had a nice color, which was very pleasing to look at.

Bianca took the flask and took a sip. An indescribable fragrance filled her mouth. She could taste the freshness and deliciousness of chicken, and she even caught a hint of truffles. The taste of the soup reinvigorated her.

"This is delicious, Mrs. Norman. You're an amazing cook. I've never had such delicious soup before." Bianca was shocked.

Bianca thought that Queenie was a noblewoman who could not bother herself with housework. She did not expect Queenie to be able to cook so well.

Her praise was not exaggerated at all. The chicken soup tasted like it was made by the head chef of a five-star hotel.

"You flatter me, Ms. Rayne. Cooking is my hobby. We're not strangers anymore. You can call me Aunt Queenie instead of Mrs. Norman."

Then, Queenie sat down next to Bianca.

She beckoned at the nurse and said gently, "I have something to speak to Ms. Rayne. It's fine if you have other duties; we'll ring the bell if we need you."