CHAPTER 178: CHAPTER 178: THE ONLY EXCEPTION

Inside the room, everyone looked at Willow Grant differently after her words.

Assistant Shelton was especially shocked.

Mrs. Stone...

Living at the Knight Family home...

He knew better than anyone that Susan Stone was now searching everywhere for a suitable marriage match for Damian Knight.

Could it be, this is the one?

Then what about Miss Monroe?

Damian Knight asked with an unchanged tone, "Is something the matter?"

Willow Grant quickly lifted the dessert in her hand and said, "I made dessert, but I made too much, so Mrs. Stone asked me to bring some over for you and everyone to try..."

At the door, Summer Monroe, who was bringing materials for the filming director, suddenly stopped her steps.

She glanced at the girl standing with Damian Knight, only wanting to drop off the materials and leave.

"No need." Damian Knight directly refused, "I don’t like sweets."

Willow Grant paused in surprise, then said, "But Mrs. Stone said you really like sweets..."

Damian Knight said coldly, "I used to, not anymore. Now I only like to eat dumplings."

Upon hearing this, Summer Monroe paused her hand that was placing the materials; the materials slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a "thud."

Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.

Summer Monroe awkwardly said "Sorry," and ran out of the room with a flushed face.

Damian Knight watched Summer Monroe’s retreating figure, a gentle, half-smiling expression on his face.

Willow Grant noticed the change in Damian Knight’s expression, looking in shock at the girl running out the door.

She recalled the conversation between Damian Knight and Susan Stone she overheard that morning and thought about the girl who even she found stunning. Her eyes gradually dimmed, a hint of coldness flickered in them.

So... it’s that girl.

Just a coffee shop employee, nothing more.

Susan Stone surely wouldn’t approve.

Yet, even though Willow Grant thought this, she couldn’t help but feel a sharp bitterness of hatred in her heart.

Just a server, why does she draw Damian Knight’s attention?

How could someone like that be worthy of Damian Knight? Only she could be worthy of him!

At that moment, Damian Knight saw Summer Monroe leaving in haste and instinctively took a few steps to follow her.

But he had just run a few steps before Willow Grant stopped him.

"Damian Knight, the dessert..." Willow Grant timidly grabbed the corner of Damian Knight’s shirt.

That pitiful look would make anyone’s heart ache, wanting to show tenderness.

Just when everyone thought Damian Knight would gently comfort the young lady...

Damian Knight heartlessly pulled his shirt corner back from Willow Grant’s hand, then took out a Givenchy handkerchief from his pocket, vigorously wiped the spot Willow Grant had touched, and threw the handkerchief into the trash bin at his feet.

That handkerchief cost at least a few thousand, yet Damian Knight discarded it like it was revolting trash.

Willow Grant’s face instantly lost all color.

She trembled, her lips saying, "Damian Knight, what... what do you mean by this?"

Does her hand have a virus? Is this necessary?

Damian Knight replied with a cold gaze, "It doesn’t mean anything. I don’t like being touched by others. Don’t bring things to me again; every time you do, I’ll throw it away. This time, since it’s your first offense, take it back. And tell my mom, don’t make decisions for me anymore."

After speaking, Damian Knight didn’t even glance at Willow Grant, lifting his foot to head out.

This wasn’t particularly against Willow Grant; he was just impatient with all women, unable to muster even a sliver of patience.

Summer Monroe was an exception.

The only exception.

Even now, he didn’t quite understand what this exception meant to him.

Willow Grant stood there, eyes watching Damian Knight leave without any trace of sentiment.

She could feel everyone in the room watching her, mocking or contemptuous, their gazes stabbing at her heart like sharp spikes, drawing blood.

She bit her lip tightly, eyes flushed as she ran out.

The humiliation she suffered today, she vowed to repay fully another day! Especially to that waitress!

On the other side, Damian Knight ran quickly, finally catching up to Summer Monroe, who was about to get into her car.

With a long arm, he grabbed Summer Monroe’s hand and asked, "Where are you going?"

Summer Monroe suddenly found it hard to face Damian Knight.

She felt she was moving toward something beyond her control.

Summer Monroe didn’t meet Damian Knight’s eyes and just lowered her head, saying, "I’m going home, of course... where else would I go after the shoot?"

Damian Knight shut her car door and had the taxi driver leave before saying to Summer Monroe, "I need to talk to you. Don’t go back just yet; I’ll take you later."

Summer Monroe watched the taxi drive away, took a deep breath, and turned to ask Damian Knight, "What do you want to ask me?"

Damian Knight opened his mouth but started by explaining, "That girl earlier, I don’t know her at all; my mom let her stay at the house. Don’t misunderstand..."

Summer Monroe finally looked directly at Damian Knight and asked, "Why would I misunderstand? Whether she lives with you or you have a relationship, it seems it has nothing to do with me, right? If that’s what you’re worried about, you don’t have to; I don’t care. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way now."

Saying this, she lifted her hand to hail a taxi.

Yet, in the next moment, her raised wrist was caught by Damian Knight.

Damian Knight, with a firm grip, forced her to meet his gaze.

A vein pulsed on Damian Knight’s forehead as if he were struggling to contain some emotion.

He stared intensely at Summer Monroe, asking in a low, restrained voice, "Do you really not care at all?"

Summer Monroe retorted, "Why should I care? I’m not your anything..."

"Who said you are not my anything?" Damian Knight’s voice suddenly escalated.

But after saying that, he froze.

Yes, she wasn’t his anything; why was he so worried that she would misunderstand?

Summer Monroe also froze, swallowed, and asked, "Then who am I to you?"