The sound of footsteps accompanied the knocking on the door.
The butler ca in!
Upon hearing this sound, Sumr Monroe sat up in bed, instantly alert.
However, Damian Knight reacted even faster than her, grabbing the bedding on the floor and stuffing it into the wardrobe, closing the closet door swiftly, and then quickly climbing onto the bed to lie down beside her.
"You..." Sumr was startled and instinctively wanted to get up.
"Shh!" Damian made a silencing gesture and whispered, "Newlyweds don’t get up so early," then pulled her down to lie together, wrapping his arm around her and drawing her whole body into his embrace.
The butler’s footsteps grew closer, and Sumr dared not move, surrounded by Damian’s masculine scent with every breath.
Intense, elegant, yet overbearing.
By this ti, the butler had reached the bedroom door, and without even knocking, he directly pushed open the room.
The sight that greeted him was a chaotic bedroom, with a pillow scattered on the floor, and the two people on the bed tightly embracing each other.
You could easily imagine the earth-shattering "battle" that took place in the room last night.
The butler couldn’t help but chuckle, then cleared his throat before speaking, "Miss, Young Master Knight, it’s ti to get up..."
Damian appeared as though just waking, slightly shifting his position to ask, "What ti is it?"
His voice was husky, clearly showing he was exhausted from last night.
The butler’s smile widened, suppressing laughter, "It’s four o’clock, the appointed ti is six; you both need to get up and prepare."
Damian responded with an "Mm," saying, "Got it, we’ll get up soon, you head out first."
The butler replied with an "Alright," then stood up and exited.
Once he left Sumr’s room, the butler went directly to Henry Stanton, quietly reporting, "Sir, as per your instructions, I’ve checked, they’re sleeping together; the room is quite a ss."
As the butler spoke, he smiled, Henry’s face also broke into a smile.
"A bit ssy is good, a bit ssy is good indeed." He energetically straightened his clothes and said, "Go prepare breakfast for them, and also send a portion to the matriarch. I’ll head to the backyard to burn paper for Clarissa."
He wanted Clarissa Stanton to bless Sumr and Damian with having children soon and a prolonged union.
As long as Sumr and Damian maintained a strong relationship, he wouldn’t feel the loss of the twenty percent shares.
Becoming the in-law of The Knight Group, would he worry about not making money?
Thinking of this, Henry was no longer pained over the twenty percent shares, humming a little tune, he headed to the back garden, not at all resembling soone whose daughter was being interred today.
The butler watched Henry leave and then turned back toward the kitchen to instruct the chefs.
anwhile.
After getting up, Sumr ignored Damian and went straight downstairs.
Only she knew how fast her heart was beating now!
This feeling seed really good, yet sohow awful, but she couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her.
Could it be... she had feelings for Damian Knight?
In the next instant, she imdiately regretted the thought, patting her head and warning herself inwardly: Stop! Sumr, stop your chaotic thoughts. Mother’s vengeance is still unserved, you can’t think of irrelevant matters.
Moreover... Damian Knight doesn’t have any such thoughts towards her at all; unrequited love is painful, she mustn’t allow herself to fall into that pain.
"Phew..." Sumr exhaled, speeding up as she descended the stairs.
Damian watched Sumr’s escaping silhouette, a teasing curve appearing on his lips.
He didn’t know why, but seeing Sumr like this, he simply wanted to laugh, couldn’t help but laugh.
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