Sumr Monroe hurriedly leaned down to check Damian Knight’s arm injury.
As she bent over, her hair fell onto Damian Knight’s forehead, soft and ticklish, causing a whirlwind of emotions.
Damian Knight inexplicably felt a bit distracted, his throat moved up and down again, yet the person sitting on him was completely oblivious.
This was truly an exclusive tornt for n.
"Sumr," Damian Knight couldn’t bear it any longer and spoke.
Sumr was in the process of pulling up Damian Knight’s sleeve. Hearing him call her, she instinctively turned her head to look at him.
It would have been fine if she hadn’t turned, but once she did, her nose tip just happened to bump into Damian Knight’s nose bridge.
Tip of the noses touched, eyes t.
Breaths mingled, the atmosphere was ambiguous.
"Ah—" Sumr exclaid in surprise.
Only then did she realize the position she was in with Damian Knight.
Her face suddenly heated up, turning red from ear to neck, and she quickly got off Damian Knight.
The speed was like fleeing for her life.
Damian Knight said with a mix of amusent and helplessness, "I’m not a wolf, no need to be so afraid of ."
Of course, her fear was justified; if things continued like this, he really didn’t know what beastly things he might do.
Damian Knight was now quite accepting that he too had desires like a normal man.
"I’m not afraid of you..." Sumr muttered to herself.
Suddenly, she rembered Damian Knight’s injury again and quickly got up to fetch the dical kit from the bedroom.
Damian Knight sat quietly on the sofa watching Sumr run back and forth, his mouth inadvertently curving into a nearly imperceptible smile.
Having a wife feels different than before...
Sumr was intently treating Damian Knight’s wound, and when she finished, she suddenly noticed his eyes staring straight at her.
Damian Knight’s dark eyes seed to hold the stars and the sea, deep and captivating.
Sumr’s heartbeat involuntarily went off rhythm, and her breathing subconsciously paused.
In just two seconds, Sumr instinctively withdrew her gaze, uncomfortably asking, "Why, why are you looking at ?"
Sumr’s flushed appearance inexplicably put Damian Knight in a good mood.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, half-smiling as he asked, "We’re legally married, am I not allowed to look at you?"
Sumr glared at Damian Knight and said, "Stop joking, let’s talk serious. Today, I used so stuff and made Stella Monroe mistake for Clarissa Stanton. She told my mother’s death was related to her and Henry Stanton."
Damian Knight frowned, "Did you record it?"
Sumr shook her head, "In her current state, even if I recorded it, I can’t just take an audio to court against her. We’ll need to take it slow."
"Then let’s start with Henry Stanton."
Sumr shook her head, "Henry Stanton is starting to be wary of now. He won’t let go to the company, insisting I go to school for further studies. This obviously ans he doesn’t want involved with the company, worried I’ll have ulterior motives. In such a situation, it’s hard to find any trace of evidence from him."
Damian Knight was not surprised, nodding as he said, "I’ve mostly figured him out; naturally suspicious, and considering he’s related to your mother’s death, your excellence scares him, which is quite normal."
Sumr sighed, "So what should I do now? Keep playing the naive daughter?"
Damian Knight thought for a mont and said, "A person will only reveal their secrets when they’re at their breaking point. Just like Stella Monroe, on a normal day, even if she mistook you for Clarissa Stanton, she wouldn’t ntion such things."
Sumr’s eyes lit up, "Do you have an idea?"
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