Fenhollow...
Clarissa Stanton once ntioned that people who live here are either wealthy or noble, and her dream was to one day live in Fenhollow.
Soon, the car arrived at Stanton Manor.
Sumr Monroe was already feeling a bit drowsy, yet Damian Knight was still focused on operating sothing on his tablet.
Sumr glanced sideways and found he was replying to internal emails.
For a mont, Sumr felt a mix of emotions inside.
Damian Knight is really so busy... In such a busy schedule, he still took to the elite gathering and Coralie Hughes’ birthday party.
Sumr suddenly didn’t understand, what exactly was on Damian Knight’s mind?
Was it just because I saved his life?
The mont Damian Knight raised his eyes, looking at her from behind his tablet.
Their eyes t, and Sumr was caught off guard, her cheeks inadvertently reddened, as if she’d been caught doing sothing guilty.
Damian Knight tugged his lips into a smile and teased, "Enjoying the view?"
Her heart raced uncontrollably, she coughed lightly and put on a disdainful look, muttering, "Narcissist!"
Seeing her embarrassed look, Damian Knight’s smile widened unconsciously.
He suddenly reached out and ruffled Sumr’s hair, the soft touch felt like petting a cat.
For an instant, Sumr seed to be frozen in place by the action.
She’s worn many masks and t many people, experienced many things, but she had never experienced a man ruffling her hair.
The temperature inside the car seed to climb with the mont...
Damian Knight’s black eyes were so profound, his actions so gentle, with deep emotions in his gaze that Sumr simply couldn’t decipher.
"You..."
She started to speak dumbfoundedly.
However, her voice seed to snap Damian Knight back to reality.
He withdrew his hand, pretending to be calm, and said, "What brand of shampoo do you use? It feels nice."
Sumr glared at Damian Knight, her face reddening, and said angrily, "Don’t lay your hands on !"
Damian Knight shrugged and said, "Who told you your hair was ssy? I was just smoothing it out for you. Do you have to react so intensely? No man has touched you before? Speaking of which, have you never been in a relationship?"
"Ha?" Sumr, who’s never been in a relationship, forced a wide grin and replied, "I’ve had more relationships than you’ve eaten als."
Damian Knight raised an eyebrow at her, "Little one calling herself an expert. Better head back, I bet the Stanton Family doesn’t know the dress was prepared by Coralie. Your opportunistic sister is about to get it from Henry Stanton, better go watch the show."
Sumr just felt that being alone with Damian Knight now made her inexplicably uneasy, she let out a low "yeah" and then opened the car door and left without looking back.
She must have been dazzled by Damian Knight’s good looks, at that mont, her heart raced incredibly fast.
Before this, she’d never had such an emotional reaction.
However, halfway through, Sumr couldn’t help but touch the spot Damian Knight had just ruffled.
Strangely, rubbing her own hair didn’t feel the sa as when Damian Knight ruffled it.
Wait, why was she thinking about Damian Knight again?
She mustn’t dwell on it!
Sumr patted her own face, forcing herself not to think about Damian Knight.
Soon, she reached the villa’s entrance.
Even from several ters away, she could hear Clarissa Stanton’s loud pleas and explanations.
"Stop hitting ... Dad, I know I was wrong! I shouldn’t have worn that dress there. But I didn’t even buy that dress myself..."
"Smack—" The sound of sothing hitting flesh.
Imdiately followed by Henry Stanton’s scolding voice: "Quit bullshitting ! Isn’t this humiliating enough? I thought after spending ti at the temple you’d change, but you’re even more malicious and stupid than before! I don’t have a daughter like you, I’ll beat you to death today!"
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