The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day

Her morning agitation was unexpectedly soothed by a single sentence from Damian Knight.

Someone who understands her doesn’t need explanations.

Summer Monroe cast a deep glance at Damian Knight, suppressing the strange emotions in her heart, and nodded, "I really didn’t kill the person; it was that guy who hacked into my computer. He said he wanted to help me, but I feel this is a warning. He’s figured out everything I’ve been doing in Crestfall recently, knows Clarissa Stanton is dead, and that Stella Monroe will definitely blame it on me..."

Summer gazed into the distance, looking out at the rain that had started to fall at some unknown time outside the window, narrowed her eyes and said, "At this time, the family should be sending a car to pick up Stella Monroe."

When Stella Monroe returns, who knows how she’ll make a scene.

She had considered many reasons for Stella’s possible return, but she didn’t expect this to be the reason.

But perhaps even Stella herself didn’t expect to return to Stanton Manor to attend the funeral of her biological daughter.

It’s truly ironic when you think about it...

Stella must really want to come back, but attending a funeral is certainly not what she wants.

The thought of Stella coming back and going mad sent a chill down her spine.

It was at this moment that Damian Knight, sitting across from her, suddenly spoke, "Let’s get married."

"What?" Summer looked up in astonishment, meeting the deep black eyes of Damian Knight.

The two of them locked eyes, and for a moment, Summer seemed to smell the scent of roses.

But she quickly snapped out of it, chuckling, "Are you joking with me at a time like this?"

However, Damian Knight’s expression was unusually serious.

"I’m not joking with you; I’m serious."

Summer couldn’t keep laughing anymore, putting away her dry smile and asking, "So what do you mean by that?"

Damian Knight replied, "If you marry me, you can live here. Even if Stella Monroe goes mad, she can’t reach you here, and with me around, she’ll think twice before trying to get to you. Also, although this villa seems sparsely furnished, it’s actually very secure, with hidden bodyguards all around. Living with me, you don’t have to worry about that guy who hacked your computer threatening you."

Summer couldn’t help but waver a bit.

She thought for a couple of seconds and said, "This is indeed a good solution, but... wouldn’t that be too much trouble for you?"

Damian Knight was taken aback, coughed lightly, and said, "Not at all. Don’t forget, my mom already set me up with a blind date, but I’m not interested. You marrying me would help me fend off all those extraneous people."

For some reason, Summer felt a strange sense of pleasure when Damian referred to Willow Grant as one of those "extraneous people."

"So what do you think?" Damian Knight looked deeply at her and asked, "Should we get married?"

"I..."

"Don’t rush to refuse," Damian Knight said. "This is a win-win deal for you. If in the future both you and I find someone we fancy and get a divorce, you could walk away with half my assets. Who knows, you might even make it to the Forbes list of wealthiest people."

Summer mentally noted: Her overseas identity has long been on the Forbes list of wealthiest people.

However, her ranking is slightly lower than Damian Knight’s.

But that is only one of her identities; when you add up her other identities, her assets might not be slightly less.

So speaking of that, after the divorce, who knows who would actually gain more.

Of course, these words Summer wouldn’t say out loud, because she knew Damian Knight didn’t care about these things either.

Summer lowered her head, quietly contemplating for a while, and Damian Knight didn’t urge her. The two of them just sat there quietly.

What Summer didn’t know was that Damian Knight, who seldom showed much emotion about anything, at this moment had a thin layer of sweat in his palms.

—He was afraid Summer would refuse.