Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Alright, alright! Go ahead, no rush!” Mrs. Brightwood was genuinely happy and quickly let go of her hand. Watching her back, she cheerfully added, “When you successfully book the house, the sales office will take a group photo of us. Make sure to dress nicely!”

They hadn’t even bought the house yet, but she was already looking forward to that moment.

Summer returned to her bedroom and gently closed the door. Her feelings were indescribable. She didn’t know what to do… Mr. and Mrs. Brightwood were so persistent, even chasing her down.

She thought for a moment and took out her phone to call Rupert Brightwood, but after dialing three times, there was still no answer. She felt she couldn’t handle this alone, but he wasn’t picking up.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring apartment, Spencer had just taken his sister downstairs and stopped by a newly opened fruit store to buy some yellow peaches that were said to be delicious. He had waited in a long line to get them. Now he was at home washing the peaches, planning to bring some over to Summer later.

Just thinking about Summer made him feel great; he couldn’t help but smile, his heart filled with sweetness like honey.

In her bedroom, Summer put down her phone and started looking for clothes while thinking of a plan. If it was just about placing a deposit, it wasn’t equivalent to completing the purchase procedures. Both spouses needed to be present for buying a house. So… going with them to take a look and delaying things might be an option. However, kind-hearted as she was, she didn’t want to deceive the elderly couple’s feelings; this matter needed to be resolved soon.

“Summer, are you ready?” Before long, Mrs. Brightwood knocked on the door, reminding her because she feared that her future daughter-in-law might lock herself in and not come out.

“Almost,” Summer replied while changing clothes.

The middle-aged woman outside heard the sounds and smiled broadly. “Alright, take your time; no rush.” She was in an exceptionally good mood.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

At that moment, there was a knock on the front door. Mrs. Brightwood turned her head as Mr. Brightwood got up from the sofa to open it.

Standing outside was Spencer with a plate of four washed peaches, eagerly waiting for the door to open and for his beloved girl to appear. Every time he saw her, he felt joy and hope in life.

Click-the door opened. A middle-aged man appeared before him; their eyes met in surprise.

Mr. Brightwood looked at Spencer and then at the plate of peaches in his hands.

Spencer wondered if this man could be Summer’s father? Last time at the flower shop, he hadn’t seen him. Just as Spencer was about to greet him respectfully, Mrs. Brightwood appeared in view.

Spencer certainly remembered what Summer’s mother looked like from their meeting at the flower shop that day. So this man wasn’t Summer’s father either?

“Who are you?” Mrs. Brightwood stood beside Mr. Brightwood, scrutinizing the tall and handsome man holding peaches with a wary look in her eyes. “Are you bringing peaches for our Summer?”

“And you are…?” Spencer had already guessed who they might be-‘our Summer’? They weren’t Summer’s parents.

Mrs. Brightwood’s expression turned somewhat serious and boastful with a hint of warning as she answered, “We are Summer’s parents-in-law.”

Rupert Brightwood’s parents? Spencer’s lips curved into a charming smile. “Hello Uncle and Auntie, I’m Summer’s neighbor; I live right across from here,” he said lightly while pointing back towards his apartment.

The middle-aged couple glanced over; his door was closed tight-wasn’t he planning on leaving after delivering the peaches? Did he want to enter Summer’s home?