Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Downstairs, Agnes, who never came home at noon, hummed a tune as she walked into the entrance of the building. She had an appointment with a publisher at a nearby cafe. Since it was lunchtime after her meeting, she decided to come home to check on her sister who had just been discharged from the hospital. If her sister had cooked, she would stay for a meal. If not, she would take her sister out to eat. The two sisters had always been close despite their age difference; they shared similar values and were like peers.

Agnes didn’t call her sister when she got into the elevator. In Summer’s home, Spencer always found himself at a loss for words when facing her. He cherished every moment with her, savoring every bite of the rice she cooked as if each grain deserved special attention. It was the best meal he had ever had.

Summer also felt something indescribable when alone with him, a feeling that made her mind go blank at times. When both remained silent, the atmosphere grew slightly awkward. Neither mentioned Angel during the meal, as if that matter was in the past.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening broke the silence. “Sis!” Both turned to look at the entrance as Agnes walked in, humming abruptly stopped and bag slung over her shoulder. She was stunned by what she saw and stood frozen for several seconds.

Spencer was eating at their house! The young girl stood petrified at the door, wide-eyed at them both. How did he end up staying here? Alone with her sister…!

Spencer’s pupils darkened slightly; he hadn’t expected her to come home at noon. All the beauty of the moment came to an abrupt halt.

“Agnes, have you eaten? Why are you standing there?” Summer gently broke the awkwardness. “If not, wash your hands quickly. We just started eating and are waiting for you.”

The girl snapped back to reality, blinking and saying, “Oh, okay.” She then put down her bag and went to wash her hands, still in a daze.

Turning on the faucet, she still couldn’t process what was happening. She splashed some water on her face, took a deep breath, and rubbed her aching temples. Why was Spencer here? Her sister gave him yogurt last night… Could it be that she also liked him?

What about now? Her sister was engaged; how would their elders react? Rupert was coming back soon-was her sister cheating? If this got out, what would happen to her sister’s reputation? Could it be that this pretense had turned real?

“Agnes, what are you doing? Washing your hands shouldn’t take this long.”

“Coming!” Agnes turned off the faucet and hurried out with a smile on her face like a little elf as she approached the dining table. “It smells so good! Who made this soup?” She looked at both Summer and Spencer, trying hard to ease the awkwardness.

“Your sister,” Spencer replied warmly. “It tastes great; try some.”

“Okay.” Agnes sat next to her sister, trying hard to conceal her thoughts.

Agnes’s acting skills were impressive; she didn’t ask any questions and just focused on eating without interrupting. Spencer and Summer occasionally talked about scripts; their conversation remained normal.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Perhaps because Agnes was there, they only talked about work-related topics which puzzled Agnes. She knew that Spencer wouldn’t be content with just watching Summer marry someone else after reappearing in her life ten years later; he wouldn’t simply offer his blessings.

That was Spencer’s character-determined and unyielding.