Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Upon hearing those words, Spencer didn’t know how to feel, but he felt his entire state of mind relax a bit. “I’ll go buy some vinegar,” Ansel told him. “You hurry and get the package. Don’t keep everyone waiting; we’re guests here. Summer just got out of the hospital and can’t afford to be hungry.” Ansel’s attitude towards him was unfriendly, treating him as a rival in love.

After Ansel left, Spencer returned to the elevator. He wasn’t very happy, even though this guy wasn’t Rupert Brightwood, the real Rupert Brightwood still existed. In the elevator, Spencer dialed a number and asked quietly, “How’s the investigation on Rupert Brightwood going?”

“Spencer, since he’s abroad, it’s a bit challenging to track him down. It will take some time,” the other party replied.

“How long?” Spencer was losing patience; he couldn’t eat or sleep properly.

“At least a week. We’ve already sent people to investigate, but with just a name, it’s like finding a needle in a haystack.”

Spencer said nothing more; rushing wouldn’t help. He hung up the phone.

Ding, the elevator door opened.

Stepping out of the elevator, Spencer knocked on the sisters’ door. As he waited outside, he thought about what Summer had said to him and felt a bit sad.

It was Summer who opened the door. She stood at the entrance, looking at him as she opened the door halfway. The sky had darkened, and the indoor light cast a soft glow on his tall figure.

Spencer’s deep eyes looked somewhat complicated; his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, indicating his unsettled mood. He felt a bit awkward as he met her gaze; she had just said they were no longer friends and needed some space.

Summer let go of the doorknob and turned to walk inside without looking back. She didn’t feel any better either.

After a moment, Spencer stepped inside.

“Spencer, we also steamed some shrimp today. See if it tastes like yours? But these shrimp are smaller; they probably aren’t Pacific shrimp,” Bubu’s voice rang like silver bells, easing the atmosphere a bit.

“These shrimp are good too,” Spencer said gently. “Cooked just right.”

Soon after, Ansel came in carrying vinegar. He didn’t knock but entered using the password.

A few days ago, Agnes had said she didn’t have a boyfriend; now she had one so quickly?

During dinner, Spencer noticed Ansel was very attentive to Agnes, but Agnes didn’t act like his girlfriend at all. Spencer observed everything and made his own judgments.

He sat opposite Summer and occasionally glanced at her face. Summer never looked at him; things weren’t like they used to be.

Summer felt awkward too; her mood was heavy because she wondered if she had been too harsh with Spencer. After all, he dealt with Angel to stand up for her.

Spencer was much quieter now, like a wronged child being cautious. His demeanor made Summer feel guilty.

Had she gone too far?

After dinner, Spencer said goodbye to the sisters and thanked Ansel for cooking such a lavish meal.

Not long after, Ansel left too.

“Agnes, take this yogurt to Spencer,” Summer said as she took two bottles of yogurt from the fridge. “My stomach hasn’t been well lately; I can’t drink it. You don’t like it either.”

“Sis, this is yogurt you brought back from an 1800-meter-high grassland. Are you sure you want to give it to him?” her sister asked in surprise. “You couldn’t even bear to drink it yourself.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just give it to him,” Summer said without further explanation.

Her sister sensed something unusual. “Sis, did you have a fight with Spencer?” She had felt something was off between them during dinner.

Summer didn’t answer and turned towards her bedroom.