Mr. Marsh’s Twins

But how should Spencer respond? He thought seriously for a moment. Then he looked earnestly at the girl waiting for an answer and asked softly, “What if things with those women aren’t as they seem?”

“You want to tell me that the headlines are fake?” Agnes asked calmly. “Are those photos edited? Do you think the media is making things up?”

“No, those women exist, and the photos are real, that’s undeniable.” Spencer frowned and said gently, “It’s my fault. When we broke up, your sister labeled me as someone who flirts with everyone. I was young and rebellious, so I adopted that persona and started living recklessly. But I never slept with them.”

Agnes felt more indignant on her sister’s behalf than finding it absurd. “Are you blaming my sister?”

“No, no, no, I’m not blaming her. I’m just explaining the origin of this situation. The truth is, I was acting out of spite.”

The man showed deep regret in his eyes. “I’m just answering your question seriously, not making excuses for myself.”

“So what did you do to her before? Why did she label you that way?” the girl asked. “Did you cheat on her?”

“No,” Spencer denied, shaking his head. He didn’t want to recall those days because of his troubled family background and lack of love; he cherished any kindness from his classmates.

But Agnes was Summer’s younger sister, which made her like a sister to him too. If she wanted to know, he was willing to tell her.

So, like telling a story, Spencer clearly and concisely explained his high school friendships to Agnes.

He emphasized, “They were really just friends.”

Agnes was shocked. “You called them sisters? You bought them snacks? How many ‘sisters’ did you have?”

“I can’t remember,” he admitted honestly. “I don’t remember now and have no contact with them anymore.”

Agnes was speechless. “Did you have any feelings for them?”

“Just friendship, nothing more,” Spencer told her. “I only loved your sister. Although I took photo booth pictures with those girls and put my arm around their shoulders or waists, it was purely innocent. I only kissed your sister; only she has been in my heart.”

Listening to his sincere words, Agnes felt a mix of emotions.

His family… it wasn’t something he could choose; he was also a victim who lost his parents at a young age and had to endure public pressure.

Spencer paused briefly, sensing that Agnes was willing to listen, then continued, “Now when I act in dramas, all the kissing scenes are shot using angles; I’ve never kissed anyone else.”

Agnes was internally shaken. If she told others, they wouldn’t believe it, but at this moment, she believed him.

He didn’t seem like he was lying at all; his deep eyes were filled with regret and remorse.

“But…” Agnes blinked, feeling confused. “But do you… do you want to take my sister away? She has a fiance now; it’s like she has a family.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I really want to,” Spencer blurted out but then calmed down a bit. “But I’m not sure if I will.”

Their eyes met again, and Agnes was startled. “What… what do you mean?”