The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 657: Put an "Married" Sticker on Her Forehead

Summer Monroe looked in the direction where the hand was pointing.

She saw a tall, slender figure with short hair dyed silver.

Strangely, despite the thirty-degree temperature, the person was wrapped up tightly, wearing a mask and sunglasses.

In such hot weather, dressing like this is truly odd. Could it be... a fool?

Summer instinctively took a step back, asking warily, "What do you want?"

The person realized they had startled her and said, "Don’t be afraid, I’m Carter Sutton."

The man calling himself Carter Sutton said, pulling down his mask and sunglasses.

Once the mask was off, the man’s face was revealed.

Under the short spiky hair, that face was exquisite and perfect, making one’s heart race and tempting them to hold their breath and imprint his face deeply in their mind.

The man waited for Summer to say something once the mask was off.

However, Summer looked at the man in confusion, then shook her head after confirming she had no impression of him, "Sorry, I don’t remember you, who are you?"

Confusion was written all over Carter’s face as he pointed at his nose and asked, "You really don’t recognize me? I’m Carter Sutton!"

He was a hot young idol, yet the other person didn’t know him?

Just as Carter was about to take off his baseball cap, a few girls came around.

"Carter Sutton, are you Carter Sutton?"

"I really like you! Can we take a picture together?"

"If not a photo, an autograph would be great too."

Carter was quickly surrounded by the crowd as Summer realized, ah, he’s a star. She has no interaction with Cathaysia’s celebrities. Why was he approaching her?

Summer didn’t bother to ask and continued to push her shopping cart, buying groceries.

Soon, the shopping cart was half full, and Damian Knight walked toward her, asking, "What did that guy say to you just now?"

"Nothing much, just asked if I knew him. Come on, we’ve got the veggies; let’s get some meat."

Summer didn’t think much of the previous encounter, not understanding why he had suddenly approached to introduce himself.

But while Summer didn’t understand, Damian knew—it was a guy trying to flirt.

Luckily, Summer was a complete blank slate when it came to romance, knowing nothing.

Though he really wished he could stick a big "Married" sign on Summer’s head to keep random people from hitting on his wife.

But this thought he dared not voice aloud.

Soon, their shopping was done, and both were lugging two large bags back to their house.

Summer was busy in the kitchen while Damian was outside continuing to clean up neglected corners. Each was busy with their own task, without communication, but occasionally they paused to glance at each other, creating a harmonious and cozy atmosphere reminiscent of daily married life.

Damian used to think that marriage was a bothersome and dull affair, but now he found these troubles and boredom lively and interesting, even wishing to live this way for the rest of his life.

Summer was quick with her cooking, and soon six dishes and one soup were on the table.

Damian didn’t even need to taste it; just one look and he felt the worms in his stomach calling out.

"I never thought..." Damian looked at Summer deeply and said, "You’re not only good at playing the piano and chess, but even your cooking skills are excellent."

Summer didn’t feign modesty and said, "I’ve always learned things quickly since I was a kid; I must have inherited that from my mom."

As she spoke, she realized she hadn’t grabbed the chopsticks, so she got up to get them, stepping over Damian.

Damian was seated sideways waiting to eat, with one leg bent and the other stretched out. Summer didn’t pay attention to her footing, and as she stepped over, her foot caught on Damian’s, their feet entangled, and she instantly lost her balance, falling forward...