CHAPTER 301: CHAPTER 301: EXHIBITIONIST

"Ah——" she exclaimed, using her clothes to cover her eyes and shouted, "Damian Knight! Are you an exhibitionist?!"

"Heh..." Damian Knight snickered softly and said, "Lift up your eyes and see, see if I’m an exhibitionist?"

Summer Monroe skeptically lowered her clothes a bit. She saw Damian Knight shirtless; though the mist spread inside, his well-defined muscular lines were still visible.

Anyone can work out muscles, but what’s rare is that Damian Knight’s muscles were incredibly handsome, especially those six-pack abs, their shape was mouthwatering.

After staring for two seconds, Summer Monroe suddenly realized she was gazing at Damian Knight’s muscles for so long.

She hurriedly closed her eyes again, saying, "If you’re not an exhibitionist, who is? You’re wearing nothing!"

She actually fell for Damian Knight’s trick and really looked at him.

Damian Knight said with an amused yet ambiguous smile, "Don’t just stare at my chest, look down. I am wearing something."

He was indeed wearing boxer shorts.

However, Summer Monroe didn’t want to look anymore.

Who knew if Damian Knight was tricking her again?

Even though he had helped her a lot, their first meeting, he was a scoundrel who watched her struggle to start a fire and only tossed her a lighter once she managed it.

With this guy, believing half is enough.

Summer Monroe averted her gaze, tossed her clothes and toiletries into the cabinet, and turned to leave.

Damian Knight watched Summer Monroe’s retreating, almost escapist back, the smile on his lips deepened.

He hadn’t expected Summer Monroe to be so easily embarrassed, he thought her heart was made of iron, but upon peeling back that layer of disguise, inside was simply a pure girl’s heart.

Damian Knight closed the bathroom door, but his expression grew solemn.

Summer Monroe was already married to him, she was his wife, even if it was just for show, he had to treat her as he would a true wife.

The wife of Damian Knight should live every day without worries.

He wanted to make Summer Monroe happy every day, this was his responsibility as a husband.

While Damian Knight was making this resolution in the bathroom, outside, Summer Monroe was busy spreading beddings on the floor in the bedroom.

She certainly couldn’t share the same bed with Damian Knight, right?

Just when Summer Monroe finally finished making the bed, the sound of the water in the bathroom stopped.

Summer Monroe felt inexplicably nervous, and unconsciously swallowed hard, making a "gulp" sound.

Two seconds later, Damian Knight opened the door and entered.

As Summer Monroe turned her head, she met Damian Knight’s starry eyes and sharp eyebrows.

He was handsome to begin with; after just taking a shower, his skin glowed with a moist sheen, his hair was almost dry, it was like a real-life male god emerging from a bath.

Summer Monroe only glanced once before averting her gaze, she involuntarily clenched her fist, pointed to the bedding on the floor, and said, "You sleep on the floor, I sleep on the bed. If you don’t want to sleep, then just go home."

Damian Knight didn’t respond to her words, he just asked, "Where’s the hairdryer?"

This meant he would rather sleep on the floor.

Summer Monroe was puzzled, why did he care more about making this fake marriage seem real than she did?

However, this time Summer Monroe wouldn’t doubt if Damian Knight liked her, having had too many self-indulgent fantasies, she didn’t want to have another one.

Summer Monroe silently fetched the hairdryer for Damian Knight, then took the most conservative pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Not long after, Summer Monroe finished showering and returned to the room. She heard Damian Knight was on the phone again, discussing international currency matters.

Summer Monroe also paid attention to this area, she sat on the bed and listened intently for a long while.