The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 283: Gift

Luna...

Luna Monroe...

Isn’t that her mother’s name?

"Why are you standing there? Go in!" Damian Knight urged.

Summer Monroe thought it was just a coincidence and didn’t say much, following Damian Knight into the restaurant.

It was only eleven o’clock, not exactly lunchtime yet, so the restaurant was quite empty.

Summer glanced around; the restaurant’s decor was simple and elegant. Although it was pleasing to the eye, there wasn’t anything particularly special about it, except for the name—Luna Restaurant...

Summer sat silently across from Damian, until he handed her the menu. Summer finally couldn’t help but ask, "Is there something special about this restaurant?"

Damian glanced at her and asked, "Why? Do you think it’s not upscale enough?"

Summer shook her head, "I don’t have any requirements for the level of the restaurant, it’s just... I thought you would take me to some particularly hard-to-book Western restaurant."

Damian raised an eyebrow, "Do you like eating Western food?"

"No," Summer shook her head again, "I just thought... never mind, forget I asked."

Mostly because when Damian had said, "Don’t you know who you’re married to?" she thought he would at least take her to a place where the average meal cost was in the hundreds, but it turned out to be a restaurant where the average meal cost less than a hundred, which is why she was puzzled.

But she’s not really picky about what she eats.

Summer shook off that strange feeling, casually ordered a few dishes, and handed the menu back to Damian.

Damian idly marked a few more dishes and then called the waiter over to serve them.

However, after the dishes were served...

As soon as Summer took a bite, her taste buds suddenly experienced a sensation of familiarity.

Summer didn’t think much of it at first, thinking the dishes here were quite standard.

But after the second bite, this sense of familiarity intensified, as if she’d tasted this many times before.

Skeptical, Summer tried another dish, but the familiarity didn’t fade; instead, it grew stronger, as if she actually had eaten here before.

How could this be?

Summer suddenly looked at Damian, and asked in surprise, "Have I been here before?"

Damian’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he nodded, "Yeah."

Summer was even more surprised, "How do you know that?"

Damian picked up a napkin and wiped his lips before leisurely saying, "I looked into your mother’s history. Some media captured images of your mother bringing you here to dine, and not just once. I thought... you might like it here."

Summer suddenly felt a tingling in her nose.

Looking at the dishes on the table, she felt an extraordinary warmth, as if she’d come here to dine with her mother again.

Summer suddenly remembered the restaurant’s name and asked again, "What’s the story behind this restaurant’s name?"

Damian snapped his fingers.

The waiter who had come to serve them earlier walked over with a smile and handed her a contract.

Summer took a glance at the title—it was a restaurant transfer contract.

Summer’s eyes swiftly turned to Damian, "Is this restaurant yours now?"

Damian nodded and then shook his head, "To be precise, it’s your restaurant."

Summer looked at the contract again, and there was her name listed as the owner.

"You..." She held the contract, at a loss for words.

Damian cleared his throat and asked, "Do you like this wedding gift?"

"Yes..." Summer nodded, feeling a mist of tears cloud her eyes, making it hard for her to see Damian’s face.

But Damian’s face had already etched itself into her heart.