CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 179: THE PERSON HE LIKES

"You are my..." Damian Knight started to say, his heart suddenly caught, then he continued, "You are my friend, partner, life-saver..."

Summer Monroe asked with amusement, "For these kinds of relationships, there’s no need to worry about whether you have something going on with other girls, right?"

Damian Knight stubbornly stated, "The few of us brothers, whenever any of us is dating a girl, we seek opinions from each other. That girl isn’t my type, I’m just letting you know. You’re my friend, I don’t want you to misunderstand."

Summer was momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say.

She felt a little inexplicable happiness inside, along with a touch of unnamed disappointment.

Finally, she just mumbled an "oh" and asked, "Do you have anything else? You mentioned wanting to ask me something earlier. What’s that?"

Only then did Damian remember the most pressing matter and said, "I previously suggested you pretend to be my girlfriend, have you thought it over?"

Summer froze for a moment; she had completely forgotten about this suggestion until Damian brought it up.

"I think... it’s still not really a good idea." She contemplated for a while and said, "If I pretend to be your girlfriend, what if it scares off potential girlfriends? They say your mom seems quite anxious for you to find a girlfriend."

"Precisely because she’s anxious, I am too." Damian spread his hands and said, "You saw earlier, that girl was actually someone my mom set up for me. I don’t want to be unable to choose my own marriage. So, I need someone to fend off unwanted relationships."

Summer answered with an "oh" and said, "Since she’s a potential match, maybe you should try getting to know her. She seemed quite sweet and gentle..."

"I don’t like that type."

"Then what type do you like?"

"I like..." Damian gave her a deep look, opened his mouth, but only spoke several seconds later, "Definitely not like that! Just do me a favor."

"If I help you, what’s in it for me?"

"The benefit is, you could parade around openly with the title of soon-to-be Mrs. Knight."

Summer laughed, "Then I’ll think about it."

"Really?" Damian’s eyes lit up.

Summer coughed lightly and said, "We’ll see. Henry Stanton mentioned I should wrap up filming sooner and head back, maybe something’s up. I should go now."

Damian didn’t get an answer, leaving him with a nagging feeling.

But he couldn’t force Summer to agree, so he just nodded, "Then I’ll take you back."

"No—" Summer quickly stopped him, "If you send me back, Henry Stanton will start assuming things. I’ll just take a cab myself."

"It’s not safe for a girl to take a cab alone, I’ll have Assistant Shelton take you home," he said, directly calling over Assistant Shelton to insist on Summer going home with him.

It wasn’t until Summer’s car disappeared from sight that Damian’s usual indifferent expression vanished, replaced by confusion.

Could it be... Isaac Ross was right?

Did he really... like Summer?

But then Damian shook his head.

No way, absolutely impossible! He knew very well Summer didn’t have those kinds of feelings for him, and who was Damian Knight? He wouldn’t fall for someone who doesn’t like him back.

It must be an illusion!

Just like he said, he only considered Summer as a friend, partner, and life-saver.

As for his proposal of a "fake girlfriend," it was solely to fend off unwanted relationships, nothing more.

That’s all!

...

Elsewhere.

Willow Grant also returned home in a car, urging the driver to speed up all the way. Once back, Susan Stone was at the door.

Seeing Willow Grant carrying desserts again, Susan Stone hurriedly approached and asked, "What’s going on? Why’d you bring them back?"

Willow’s eyes turned red instantly, with tears streaming down.

"I, I..."

She couldn’t say anything coherent for a while, just continued crying.

Susan Stone couldn’t take it any longer, and directly pulled out her phone, "It must be that punk bullying you! I’ll call him right now and make him come back to apologize!"

"No—" Willow quickly grabbed Susan’s hand, "Don’t call him. He has someone he likes, and not accepting my desserts in front of her is understandable..."

Susan’s eyelid twitched, "He has someone he likes? Have you seen her?"