Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Agnes didn’t ask her sister’s opinion. She didn’t know that her sister had broken off with Spencer and dashed out the door like a rabbit.

“Hey!”

By the time Summer reacted and stood up, her sister had already disappeared, eagerly knocking on the door next door.

Summer looked at the doorway, her thoughts complicated, her eyes evasive.

Spencer quickly opened the door. Seeing Agnes standing outside, his stern expression softened considerably, even showing a hint of surprise. “Agnes?”

Andrew had just been sent away by him.

“Neighbor, have you eaten?” Agnes raised her chin and smiled. “If not, I invite you to have dinner with us. My sister has been discharged from the hospital! Let’s celebrate!”

Upon hearing this, Spencer did not immediately agree. The little girl probably didn’t know that her sister had broken off with him, right? They had just said they wouldn’t be friends anymore… and now they were going to eat at the same table. Wouldn’t this make Summer uncomfortable?

“What’s wrong? Do you need to think about such a simple question?” Agnes looked at him.

Spencer thought of the man who had entered through the door and wanted to go over to investigate. Even if it was something he didn’t want to see, he wanted to see it with his own eyes.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Spencer!” Agnes saw him distracted and asked again, “What’s wrong? What are you thinking about? Do you want to join us for dinner? We made a lot of soup today! It’s quite a feast!”

Spencer came back to his senses and answered seriously, “Wait a moment. I’ll knock on your door in five minutes.”

“…” Although the girl didn’t know what he was going to do, she nodded. “Okay, there’s still one last dish left. No rush, take your time.”

After speaking, she turned and went back home.

Spencer went inside, quickly changed clothes, washed his face in the bathroom, and even shaved. He applied something to his face and kept checking himself in the mirror, arranging his clothes over and over again. He even picked out a pair of shoes with more ceremony than someone going on their first date.

The main reason was-he didn’t want to lose to Rupert Brightwood!

Yes, he mistook Ansel for Rupert Brightwood. In his eyes now, there was only his rival in love!

When Spencer was ready and opened his front door, he saw Ansel coming out of the room opposite.

Their eyes met again; neither spoke.

Ansel closed his door and walked to the elevator, pressing the down button while waiting for the doors to open.

At this moment, Spencer also closed his door and inexplicably stood next to Ansel, waiting for the elevator together.

Soon enough, the elevator doors opened. Ansel stepped in first.

Spencer followed him in. Ansel pressed number 1 and turned around to find Spencer inside as well. The elevator doors closed as it descended.

After a few seconds of silence…

Ansel couldn’t hold back any longer and glanced at him. “I’m going down to buy a bottle of vinegar. What about you? Didn’t Bubu invite you for dinner?”

Spencer was taken aback for a moment-buying vinegar?

His mind raced quickly. “I’m picking up a package.”

Ansel looked away without saying anything but internally criticized him-inviting him for dinner and making everyone wait?

He must have been changing clothes just now; he wasn’t wearing this outfit when he was on the balcony this afternoon!

It must be said that after changing clothes, Spencer looked more spirited. Besides, he already had an extraordinary appearance.

When the elevator doors opened, Spencer followed Ansel out. “Are you Rupert Brightwood?” he asked.

Ansel stopped and turned around, looking puzzled as he sized him up. “You even know Rupert Brightwood? You’re quite an unusual neighbor.”

So, was he Rupert Brightwood or not? Spencer still wasn’t sure.

Their eyes met again; Spencer felt that he wasn’t.

“My name is Ansel,” the young man raised his chin slightly as if declaring war. “I am Agnes’s future husband, so don’t think about her anymore-even though she’s loved by everyone!”