Summer Monroe was also a bit nervous and awkwardly looked at Damian Knight.

Damian Knight smirked slightly and said, "I wasn’t hit by someone, just accidentally scratched by a little cat."

"Little cat? Does the hospital keep little cats?" Dottie’s eyes sparkled, wanting to see what the cat that scratched Damian Knight looked like.

Dottie’s Dad observed and patted Dottie’s head, saying, "Don’t ask, go say goodbye to your mom."

"Oh, okay." Dottie nodded and went to bid farewell to Dottie’s Mom.

The topic was finally dropped, and Summer Monroe let out a long breath.

After some twists and turns, the two of them arrived back at Redleaf Manor by evening.

The sunset was red and purple, looking particularly beautiful.

Feeling guilty about that slap, Summer Monroe took the initiative to cook and made Damian Knight five dishes and a soup.

Looking at the table full of delicious food, Damian Knight felt incredibly relaxed.

Suddenly, he remembered Luna Restaurant and, after swallowing a piece of fish, said, "I’ve already applied for the trademark of Luna Restaurant for you, but the trademark design isn’t ready yet. Once it’s designed, you should choose one, so it doesn’t get snatched up by others."

During this time, thanks to its good reputation and management, Luna Restaurant’s customer flow was increasing and becoming more stable, and he needed to keep an eye out for Summer Monroe.

Summer Monroe nodded and asked, "Can I design the trademark myself?"

"Of course. Once you’ve drawn the design, give it to me."

Summer Monroe nodded repeatedly; she already had an idea of what the design should look like.

After dinner, she stood up to go draw the design but was quickly grabbed by the wrist by Damian Knight.

"What’s wrong?" Summer Monroe looked at Damian Knight in inquiry.

With a charming smile and a teasing tone, Damian Knight said, "Now that it’s just the two of us at home, isn’t it time to settle the hospital matter?"

Summer Monroe thought the matter was already behind them, so when Damian Knight brought it up again, she could only ask, "How do you want me to compensate?"

After asking, she suddenly clapped her hands and said, "I bought a lot of herbs from Sixth Woodward Hall. How about I make you a remedy?"

Since Damian Knight didn’t lack money, she could only prepare a remedy for him.

Damian Knight nodded and stood up to wrap his arms around her waist, lifting her horizontally.

Summer Monroe felt dizzy, instinctively cried out, and unconsciously wrapped her arms around Damian Knight’s neck to prevent herself from falling.

Damian Knight’s neck was very warm, and the heat extended to her arms.

She couldn’t help but feel a panicked heartache and looked at Damian Knight urgently, saying, "Damian Knight, what are you doing? Put me down!"

Damian Knight smiled and asked back, "Didn’t you say you were going to give me medicine?"

"Yes." Summer Monroe didn’t understand the deeper meaning in Damian Knight’s words and interpreted it literally, saying, "If you don’t put me down, how can I prepare medicine?"

"No need to prepare. The medicine is already ready."

Summer Monroe widened her eyes in shock, watching Damian Knight close his eyes and bring his lips close to her face, gently kissing her forehead. In a low voice, he said, "You are my medicine."

Summer Monroe’s heartbeat lost its rhythm instantly, and her face flushed red all the way down to her neck, almost hearing her own heart pounding.

Staring directly into her eyes, Damian Knight asked, "Can I... take the medicine today?"

Can I take the medicine?

Can I... eat you?

No matter how low her emotional intelligence, Summer Monroe now understood Damian Knight’s meaning.

Her mind went blank, and she stood dumbfounded, as if she had become a puppet.

Damian Knight bent down, leaned in close to her ear, and asked again, "Can I...?"