Damon halted and then turned to look at . "Any problems? I’m making lunch for you."
"Hold your horses!" I voiced out again to stop him. I’ll never forget how he almost burned down the kitchen back at my parents house .
I really didn’t want my apartnt to suffer the sa fate.
Damon was holding a kitchen knife; his tall figure in my small kitchen seed quite out of place.
The funniest part was that he was actually wearing my apron, which was obviously too small for him; it looked quite hilarious.
"Co on, get out." I gestured for him to leave.
Damon walked out a bit confused as I took the knife from his hand. "I appreciate your good intentions, but my kitchen can’t handle it. You’re not gifted at cooking, so don’t force it. You’re just not cut out for it."
Hearing this, Damon seed to rember his kitchen fire incident, and his face stiffened a bit. He had been successful in many things in his life; he was pretty much a smooth operator in everything, but his cooking was a disaster.
He grumbled, "What if you get pregnant in the future?"
I didn’t get his point and looked at him puzzled.
"It’s said that when a woman is pregnant, it’s best if the husband can cook. Whatever she craves, he makes." Damon’s serious face made even more confused.
I couldn’t help but ask, "Where did you get this information?"
Damon replied, "Mitch sent it to ."
I was speechless for a mont, realizing that I needed to correct his thinking. "If your wife gets pregnant, you don’t need to cook whatever she craves. Isn’t the money you earn ant to solve these problems?"
I felt like I was schooling him.
Damon raised his eyebrow and confidently replied, "Not necessarily. Food cooked with love is filled with affection. It’s good for the baby if the expectant mother is happy. The baby will have a better personality."
There was no doubt that Mitch taught him this. Mitch was now a parenting expert, often sharing parenting knowledge with Cooper and Damon.
The image of them discussing parenting experiences instead of their previous playti was quite comical.
"It’ll be fine; just pay soone to cook." I had to make Damon give up this idea because I had a hunch that his cooking might be problematic. Even if it was not eating in the future, I couldn’t let others suffer.
My constant refusal seed to hit Damon hard; he looked disgruntled. He took off the apron, threw it on the couch, and then sat down. "Fine, then, you cook for . I’m hungry."
Without saying a thing, I picked up the apron, put it back in the kitchen, and then pulled out my phone to order food.
Damon snorted, "Don’t want to cook for ?"
"I have to go to the office in the afternoon, so I don’t want to cook." I explained.
"Don’t give the silent treatnt in the future." Damon completely ignored what I said, deciding to warn . "Or face the consequences. You’re becoming more and more audacious; you’re not taking seriously, huh?"
I kept my mouth shut, not responding to Damon. He was acting like a petulant puppy.
Since I wasn’t talking, he started talking about the Tibetan Mastiff at Starlight Estates. "Daisy misses you; when will you co see it?"
"You take care of it." I felt a bit warm after thinking of Daisy, but I really didn’t have ti to look after it. It was better off with Damon.
"Daisy is a gift from ; shouldn’t you be the one to take care of it?" Damon’s logic was strong. "You should bring Daisy here to accompany you. You’re living alone, so consider it a bodyguard."
"No need." I refused.
"I’ll pick you up tomorrow, so we can go to Starlight Estates to get Daisy." Damon’s tone was even more unequivocal than mine.
"Why don’t you just deliver it?" I didn’t understand.
Damon’s intention was clear as day; he wanted to go to Starlight Estates so we could have more alone ti. I was well aware, but I was good at playing ignorant.
He sneered, "You have to pick it up yourself, or I’ll deliver it to your parents house, to Mrs. Brooks."
Damon always threatened .
Either I was being threatened by my mom or Damon, I’ve had enough.
"Let’s do it next Monday. I’m busy tomorrow." I rembered my consultation with Snow tomorrow; it was very important to , and I couldn’t cancel it.
Damon imdiately asked, "What are you doing tomorrow?"
Naturally, I couldn’t tell Damon about it, so I just told a little white lie. "Still the sa stomach problem, so I scheduled a check-up. I’ll pick up Daisy in a couple of days." "You’re not eating properly and resting again?" Damon’s face instantly turned serious. "Previously, you took dicine, had soone cook your favorite food, vowed to take care of your health, and put on so weight; is this the result?"
I didn’t want this either, but things always seed to spiral out of my control. Facing Damon’s questioning, I just lowered my head and played with my phone, acting as if I didn’t hear him.
Damon didn’t know what to do with now. Now that I wasn’t talking, he had to soften his tone. "I’ll go with you."
"No need!" I refused quickly. "My mom might accompany , so you absolutely can’t show up."
After hearing this, Damon’s face turned sour. My mom was currently the biggest obstacle between us, so he had no choice but to compromise.
If I was busy, then Damon was even busier. After lunch, he went to Coleman Co., while I went to work. In the afternoon, I received a call from Snow. "Are you sure you’re coming tomorrow?"
"Mm, yes, what’s up?" I was a bit confused.
"Nothing; Ariel, who ca to see last ti, will also be here for a follow-up visit." Snow’s reply was quite surprising. Did she know about my relationship with Ariel? Otherwise, why would she tell this? She couldn’t possibly only have ti to consult one patient a day, right?
My heart was filled with unease and doubt again, so Snow explained, "Ms. Ariel’s case is quite complex and requires a longer follow-up ti. So, I’m worried you might mind. But I have to go on a business trip the day after tomorrow. Could we reschedule?"
"When can we have the next appointnt?" I asked.
"Mid-next month." Snow replied.
My biggest worry right now was my fertility issue. I want it sorted ASAP, so I didn’t want to put it off for that long. I suggested, "You do the diagnosis for her in the morning, and I’ll swing by in the afternoon. Sound good?"
Snow stayed silent for a mont before agreeing. "Alright."
After nailing down the specifics, I hung up. The next day in the afternoon, I drove over right on schedule. I thought Ariel would’ve been gone by then. But when I walked in, there she was, crying her eyes out. Her eyes were red and swollen, full of despair.
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