Chapter 532

Melina noticed Damarion wasn't taking the scarf, so she fidgeted in embarrassment. "Dr. Cantrell, is the color not to your taste? If you don't like it, that's okay. I can knit a new one." Damarion snatched it up with a haughty air. "The stitches aren't as neat as my late wife's, but the color is nice. Don't call me Dr. Cantrell anymore. I haven't been a doctor for ages. Just call me Damarion." Of course, Melina wouldn't address him by his first name. She respectfully said, "Then I'll call you Uncle Damarion." He paused for a moment but didn't object. His indifferent expression softened just a little. Waving a hand, he said, "Alright. Don't spend all day cooped up at home. Go out and do something. You're affecting my nap here. I'll keep an eye on Wallace. Hurry up, off you go." Ever since returning, Melina never left the house. She spent each day taking care of Wallace, reading, and writing. She seemed to have cut off all contact with the outside world, showing no personal hobbies