Mr. Marsh’s Twins

The night grew deeper. Summer lay on her side in bed, her light amber eyes gazing out the window. It was very late when she finally fell asleep. Only after the light in the next room went out did she get up to draw the curtains. Lying back on her side, she couldn’t shake Spencer’s image from her mind. Was he angry too? He must feel wronged, right? Realizing her unusual thoughts, Summer felt a twinge of unease. She was engaged, after all… How could she be thinking about another man?

That night, Summer had a dream. In the dream-a dense sycamore forest, like a primeval jungle, with tall, straight trees that spread out like giant umbrellas. The ground was covered with finger-length grass, like a carpet, giving a sense of serene beauty. The air was filled with the fresh scent of nature’s oxygen bar.

She wore a white dress and chased a man in a white shirt, always behind him. They laughed and played like innocent children. The golden sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on them, like countless twinkling butterflies. Against the light, Summer continued to follow the boy around the thick sycamore trees, circling again and again, “Wait for me, hehe, wait for me!” She couldn’t see his face clearly or know his identity, but that moment was so beautiful it felt unreal… like a fairytale.

The next morning, as dawn broke with a sliver of light on the horizon, Summer was jolted awake by her alarm clock. Her dream was unfinished; lying in bed staring at the ceiling, she could still hear the alarm while her thoughts lingered in the dream. She recalled the dream vividly as if it were real and felt so close. The sunlight was so dreamy and warm, like it had a filter-such a beautiful scene.

Who was that boy? They seemed very close; he seemed like her boyfriend. But she could never see his face or know his name; throughout the dream, she just chased him without any interaction.

Soon enough, the alarm stopped ringing. Then there was a knock at the door. “Sister, are you awake?” Agnes’s voice came through; they had agreed to go jogging this morning.

“Awake, coming!” Summer threw off her covers and began to change clothes and make her bed.

What Rupert Brightwood said last night didn’t affect her mood because she hadn’t planned on getting married so soon anyway. This matter could wait until Rupert returned to discuss it further.

Yes, since being admitted to the hospital, she no longer wanted to get married. There was no reason; it was just a subjective feeling she couldn’t explain herself. But she didn’t want to go against her heart; after all, marriage wasn’t child’s play.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

To give Summer an extra day of rest, the crew decided to halt work for another day with Mr. Marsh’s approval and direct order. So today everyone stayed home for leisure activities; filming would officially resume tomorrow.

Early in the morning, a limited-edition Lamborghini parked in Spencer’s mansion courtyard. In an instant, golden rays of light burst from the clouds-today’s weather was excellent.

Just waking up, Weston stood at his bedroom window on the second floor and stretched lazily. After holing up here for several days, he planned to visit the club today and got up early for that reason.

Huh? There’s a car in the yard? He looked closely-it was a Lamborghini with an imposing license plate… Mr. Marsh’s car? The young man instantly shook off his sleepiness!

He saw the car door open and that legendary man from Arkpool City step out-tall and imposing with an aura all his own.

Weston shivered in fright and quickly buttoned up his shirt while putting on his shoes and rushing out! He felt as panicked as when he saw his homeroom teacher as a child!