The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 411: Roommate

The person was wearing a beautiful dress, the hem swaying gently in the wind like a blooming white lotus.

At a glance, it was unmistakably Willow Grant.

Summer Monroe prepared to ignore her and walk straight into the dormitory building.

However, Willow Grant quickly took a few steps forward, reaching out to block her path.

Summer Monroe stared coldly at Willow Grant, speaking indifferently, "What do you want to say this time?"

Summer Monroe’s coldness and impatience provoked Willow Grant, who clenched her teeth forcefully, while taking her phone out of her pocket, which was already recording, and spoke disdainfully—

"Summer Monroe, sometimes I have to admire your thick skin. Now you pretend to be aloof, who are you putting on a show for? Seducing Damian Knight wasn’t enough, now Julian Kingston, and even the student council president? How much energy do you have to keep so many men at once? People say you’re a player, you’re an overlord of the sea; what, do you intend to have all the men in the world?"

After Willow Grant finished speaking, she waited for Summer Monroe to erupt in fury, but when she looked up, she saw Summer Monroe still wearing the same indifferent expression.

Willow Grant was stunned, her lips parted slightly in surprise.

What’s going on? Why didn’t Summer Monroe react at all?

Only to hear Summer Monroe asking in the same calm tone, "Are you done? If you are, I’m going inside."

With that, Summer Monroe had no intention to continue wasting time on Willow Grant, and turned to walk inside.

She had just entered the girls’ dormitory when she heard Willow Grant’s furious voice behind her, "Summer Monroe! One day I’ll expose your true colors!"

Summer Monroe plugged her ears, not slowing her pace a bit, and headed straight to her dormitory.

Willow Grant stood there, angrily turning off the recording on her phone.

How could such harsh words fail to provoke Summer Monroe? What could she do to uncover her true colors?

Inside the girls’ dormitory building.

Summer Monroe reached the door of her assigned dormitory, room 201.

She was about to push the door open when she heard a series of broken sobs coming from inside, as if someone was crying in utter despair while trying hard to suppress it.

For a moment, Summer Monroe thought she might be in the wrong place.

She stepped back a couple of paces to confirm the door number "201," then pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as Summer Monroe entered, she saw a slightly chubby girl crouching by the bed, with her head resting between her arms, crying uncontrollably.

Unable to help herself, Summer Monroe asked, "Are you okay?"

The girl, upon hearing the voice, immediately stopped sobbing. She wiped her tears haphazardly and shook her head, saying, "I’m fine... Do you need to use the bathroom? If not, I’m going to take a shower first."

Summer Monroe pulled out a gentle smile and said, "It’s okay, go ahead and shower, I’ll just tidy up a bit."

"Alright, then I’ll go in," the girl said as she picked up a set of pajamas and quickly walked into the dorm bathroom.

It wasn’t until the bathroom door closed that Summer Monroe withdrew her gaze.

She recognized the girl as her classmate, the one who drew the short straw to perform on stage.

Summer Monroe turned back to her bed.

The beds in the dormitory had bunks on top and desks beneath.

When Summer previously came to change clothes, the dorm was a mess, with garbage everywhere. Now, upon looking again, she found that the dorm had been cleaned spotlessly.

Needless to say, it was that girl who cleaned the bathroom.

Summer Monroe opened her suitcase, took out her belongings and clothes, placed them neatly, and stood quietly by the bathroom door waiting for the girl.

The other person had helped her clean, after all; she should offer some kind of return.

In just a few minutes, the bathroom door opened.