The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 128: Meeting the Parents

"It’s about time, you need to head back to the hotel," Isaac Ross said, unable to resist his curiosity, "What are you two up to? Putting on a show for someone?"

Summer Monroe looked down and said lightly, "My dad. Or rather... my so-called dad."

Isaac shrugged and said, "Alright, whoever it is, let’s go. I just had someone check for you, and now there’s no one guarding the hotel. I’ll hack into the surveillance, and no one will know you went out at this hour."

"Thank you," Summer sincerely expressed her gratitude.

Isaac, a bit embarrassed, pushed up his glasses and said, "No need for formalities among ourselves, let’s go."

After the acupuncture incident, Isaac’s impression of Summer took a complete turn, treating her as one of his own.

Summer nodded and started to walk out.

As she passed by Damian Knight, she heard him say one last thing, "Think about this carefully."

Summer paused for a moment, then continued walking out.

Isaac asked curiously, "What requires such careful consideration?"

Damian looked at Summer’s back ahead, didn’t answer, just smiled to himself, and walked out.

Isaac muttered to himself, "Fine, don’t say it. Smiling like an old fox, can’t be anything good!"

In no time, Summer and Damian returned to the hotel room together without attracting any attention.

As the suite’s door closed, Summer let out a long breath, "Phew..."

Turning around, she saw the tall and dignified man in the suite’s kitchen, rolling up his sleeves with those hands that usually held a tablet, casually picking up a frying pan.

Summer walked over curiously and asked, "I didn’t realize President Knight could cook?"

Damian slightly lifted his chin and said, "Such a small matter, as long as you have hands. I’m just going to whip up some instant noodles. Want some?"

After a night of running around, Summer was indeed a bit hungry and nodded quickly, "Yes!"

Ten minutes later, Summer looked at two bowls of instant noodles clumped together like doughballs, silently averting her gaze, trying hard not to laugh — she actually thought a rich kid born with a silver spoon like Damian Knight could cook, turns out he even turned instant noodles into a culinary disaster?

"Don’t stifle it, if you want to laugh, just laugh," Damian said, placing two pairs of chopsticks heavily on the table, his face showing displeasure, "Specialization in technical fields, and this is my first time cooking, failure is normal."

Summer couldn’t classify "cooking instant noodles" as "cooking" at all, shook her head and said insincerely, "I’m not laughing at you, for a first attempt at ’cooking’, this is already quite good. But these two bowls are really inedible, I just saw flour and some daily vegetables in the kitchen, how about I make dumplings for you? You want some?"

"Sure."

Damian nodded with difficulty, turned to throw the clumped and inedible noodles into the trash bin without any expression.

He found it hard to eat the noodles he made himself too, and upon hearing Summer would make dumplings, he thought about finding an opportunity to mock her.

He finally cooked for once, only to be criticized by her.

He wanted to see what kind of dish she could whip up with such simple ingredients in the kitchen.

A person like Summer, making coffee might be more likely; claiming she could cook, he wasn’t very convinced.

Summer walked into the kitchen and checked the ingredients, finding them simple but fresh.

She carefully selected a few vegetables and washed them clean, then skillfully chopped the vegetables into small pieces, mixed them with minced meat, and added various seasonings to make the dumpling filling.

Damian watched from the side, utterly engrossed, not blinking even once.