CHAPTER 357: CHAPTER 357: MARRIED FRIENDS

Summer didn’t say much, she nodded and said, "Okay."

Damian Knight stepped inside and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Cece bit her lip and asked, "Have they found Donnie and Nate’s bodies...?"

Damian Knight nodded and said, "After I learned about your situation, I sent people to look for them. Their bodies are with the city traffic department, and after taking you to the hospital, I’ll go bring them back."

Cece’s tears flowed down her face again.

Damian Knight spoke up, "Don’t worry too much, focus on recovering. Once you’re better, we’ll hold the funeral for them together."

"Okay!" Cece nodded vigorously and said, "I’ll definitely recover quickly!"

At this moment, Cece truly regretted sneaking out during the day when Leah wasn’t around to look for Bella.

If she hadn’t gone, she could’ve recovered faster and seen Donnie and Nate one last time sooner.

Not long after, Damian Knight’s people arrived.

Summer arranged for her insiders within the manor to clear the path at the backdoor, sending Cece out through it.

This time, Damian Knight came alone, so he carried Cece out by himself the entire time.

Summer followed behind without saying a word.

She didn’t know what to say, or rather, she didn’t want to say anything.

Soon Damian Knight carefully placed Cece into the car. He exhaled and turned to Summer, saying, "You should go back, don’t raise any suspicions. There are still Stella Monroe’s spies in the manor, right?"

Summer made a sound of agreement and said to Cece, "Quickly recover, I’ll also do my best to help find Bella."

"Thank you, Miss Monroe." Cece held back the pain in her waist and forced a smile.

Seeing her forced smile, Summer felt even worse inside. She must be crazy to feel depressed; Cece went to the hospital, which is much cleaner and more sanitized than Leah’s room. Why should she feel unhappy?

She should be glad.

Summer berated herself senselessly, then raised a smile, waving to Cece, and closed the car door.

She turned to Damian Knight and said, "Then I’m heading back, drive carefully. Her wound is deep, don’t jostle her."

"Don’t worry, I know."

Summer nodded, then returned to the manor with Leah.

Damian Knight kept watching Summer’s back until her silhouette disappeared around the corner, and only then did he get in the car.

The car started moving slowly; it was silent inside.

"I’ve been thinking..." Cece, pressing on the wound at her waist in the backseat, broke the silence and said, "What kind of girl would a person like you find to spend your life with, Young Master?"

Upon hearing this, Damian Knight seemed unperturbed, but he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

He appeared absent-minded as he asked, "What kind do you think I’d choose?"

Cece smiled and said, "Haven’t you already found her?"

"Who do you mean?" Damian Knight’s throat moved slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Miss Monroe, isn’t it?"

Damian Knight’s face finally showed a hint of emotional crack.

He coughed slightly and said, "Why do you say that? We’re just friends."

Married friends.

Cece laughed at this; she had barely laughed before accidentally jostling her abdomen, tugging at the wound, making her face pale.

Thankfully, the pain soon passed.

She calmed her breathing and said, "Friends? Young Master, out of the four of us, you didn’t even lend anything to Young Master Ross."

"The situation is unique," Damian Knight said indifferently, "Summer’s trouble was brought by me; naturally, I should protect her."

"Is that so?" Cece shook her head, clearly not believing and said, "There’s a saying that love, even if you cover your mouth, will seep out through your nose. You don’t need to fool me; I can feel it."

Damian Knight instinctively covered his nose.

When he realized he had subconsciously made this gesture, he was stunned for a moment.

He swallowed and said, "I don’t know. I need to confirm it."

Cece asked, puzzled, "Does liking someone need confirmation?"

"Of course."

He’s grown this old and never liked anyone, naturally unsure of what liking someone is.

So he needs to confirm it.

Cece curiously asked, "How do you plan to confirm?"

"I don’t know," Damian Knight said helplessly, "I haven’t thought about it yet. Do you have any suggestions?"

Cece thought for a moment and said, "I have an idea. Previously, while I was at the Myanmar border, I liked someone. To confirm whether I genuinely liked him or just had a good impression, I chose to not see him for a week. I told myself then, if I can bear it, then it’s merely a good impression. If not... then I truly like him."

This piqued Damian Knight’s curiosity.

"And? Could you bear it or not?"

Cece turned her gaze away, smiled bitterly, "You know, the Myanmar border is war-torn all year round. On the second day after I made this decision, I heard... he was killed by a bomb dropped by a bomber. His body was never found."

Damian Knight slightly turned his gaze, glanced at Cece and said, "I’m sorry."

"It’s nothing," Cece said indifferently. "If it wasn’t for you arriving in time to save us four under the local rebel’s guns, we’d all have died there long ago. Every day I live, I’m filled with gratitude. I was too impulsive just now. I promise, my life will only be handed over when you consent, regardless of... whether Bella is still alive."

"I’m relieved you think that way," Damian Knight said as he pressed the accelerator. "After you recover, Summer will be entrusted to your protection."

Cece was stunned, then nodded, "Yes!"

None of them would refuse Damian Knight’s orders.

Moreover, she had a premonition that Miss Monroe could very well become their future mistress, and it would be an honor to protect her.

What she felt most grateful for was that Summer wasn’t harmed in this incident, otherwise, she’d be unable to bear the guilty weight of dying many times.

In the driver’s seat, Damian Knight gripped the steering wheel, his eyes gradually deepening.

A week... Could he endure it? Did he hope to endure it or not?

Damian Knight tried hard to think, but found no answer. Perhaps the answer would soon come.

Meanwhile, at Stanton Manor.

Summer returned to her room and first sat silently to calm herself.

Those chaotic emotions needed time to unravel.

The curtains in the room were drawn, the lights were off, only a sliver of light peeked through a crack, falling right across Summer’s profile.