Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Soon, the car arrived at the filming location for the day, a beautiful lakeside setting.

The lake water was clear and emerald green, shimmering in the warm sunlight.

As everyone got out of the car, the photographer set up the equipment, the crew members assisted and the director prepared, all bustling about.

After Spencer got out of the car, he took the water bottle handed to him by Andrew and calmly took a sip, not daring to look at the beloved girl not far away.

Although the corner of his eye longed to steal a glance at her.

Yet Spencer knew deep down that he mustn’t act out of the ordinary, mustn’t get too close to her, mustn’t make her feel uneasy, and above all, mustn’t make her deliberately keep her distance from him…

Sometimes, only being friends can last for an eternity…

Being able to see her every day, occasionally bringing her a plate of shrimp at home, seeing her smile, hearing her voice, that was enough for him.

After all, in the past, he could only see her in his dreams…

Countless nights, he would wake up from dreams of losing her, lighting a cigarette at the edge of his bed, lost in melancholy for a long time.

When the heartache numbed him, he couldn’t bear it anymore, feeling like he was on the brink of collapse.

Back when they broke up, the grief-stricken him developed a smoking addiction… to mask the pain in his heart, he brutally burned his left hand…

But physical pain was temporary, while heartache was eternal.

“Summer, are you cold?”

The wind was strong by the lakeside, Elisa brought over a jacket to help her put it on, “Cover up first, it’s getting windy, we haven’t started filming yet.”

“Thank you.” Summer gave her a faint smile, then turned back to the script. As a newcomer and the first time taking on the female lead role, she mustn’t lag behind.

Elisa had also read the script, she linked arms with Summer, joyfully glanced at the aloof and dignified man not far away, then asked the girl next to her in a soft voice, “Summer, are you nervous about filming a kissing scene with Spencer?”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Nervous about what?” The girl replied casually with a relaxed face, “It’s not a real kiss, just a staged one.”

“Can you explain that to the audience though?” Elisa teased, “It might be Summer’s first on-screen kiss, everyone will think you actually kissed.”

“He will explain.” Summer was not falling for it, she earnestly told her good friend, “When Spencer filmed with Georgia, he openly shared it on social media himself.”

“So you think he will do the same this time?” Elisa was skeptical.

Summer nodded, “It’s very likely.”

“Are the actors ready?” The director’s voice came through the speaker, “Summer, Spencer, are you both ready?”

Spencer turned to look at Summer, who also happened to meet his gaze, then looked at the director, smiling as she nodded, “We’re ready.”

Handing her jacket and the script to Elisa, Summer walked towards the set.

She stood at the edge of the lake, the photographer made some adjustments.

Facing the lake’s gently rippling surface in the breeze, the director called for action from behind.

The photographers were ready, and Summer began to build up her emotions.

Spencer slowly entered the frame, coming to stand beside her, “Riverflow, I’m sorry.” He gazed at her profile, his deep voice filled with remorse.

As his words fell, Summer closed her eyes.

Perhaps… if he hadn’t regained his memory, if he hadn’t remembered her, would he have fallen in love with Zoe, would he have proposed to her?

Being a high and mighty CEO, when he liked a woman, that woman had almost no resistance.

“So you chose her, didn’t you?” Summer smiled, turning her gaze towards him with Riverflow’s eyes, a bit of sorrow, a bit of heartache, longing for an answer.