Mr. Marsh’s Twins

But judging from her simple “hmm” and her current expression, it seemed that her relationship with Rupert Brightwood wasn’t entirely satisfactory. She didn’t intend to elaborate, and Spencer, being perceptive, didn’t press further.

“Um…” To avoid being dismissed and to spend more time with her, Spencer changed the topic. “Summer, shall we discuss the script for a bit?”

Summer stood up and threw the peach pit into the trash can. “Sure.” She turned and fetched the script. “We start reshooting tomorrow. I really hope there won’t be any more setbacks.”

“Are you saying that for my benefit?” Spencer looked at her seriously.

Summer met his gaze and answered earnestly, “No.”

“I promise you, there won’t be any delays because of me!” He was confident that no one in the crew would dare to trouble Summer again.

The girl looked away and opened the script. “I’ve been thinking about the character Riverflow; I believe she has a rich inner world.”

“If you’ve read the novel, you’d find it even better than the script.”

“…”

They began discussing the characters in the script.

On the way home, Mr. Brightwood drove while Mrs. Brightwood sat in the passenger seat. She hesitated several times, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Mr. Brightwood glanced at her occasionally, knowing what was on her mind. He felt heavy-hearted too.

“If Rupert doesn’t come back soon, someone else will steal his place!” Mrs. Brightwood said anxiously. “The more I think about Summer’s neighbor, the more uneasy I feel.”

“I trust Summer’s character.”

“But I don’t trust that neighbor,” Mrs. Brightwood said urgently. “Having someone like that around all the time is dangerous, no matter how strong one’s willpower is. Human nature is fragile.”

“But Rupert can’t come back now,” Mr. Brightwood was also worried. “He needs more time to finish his work over there.”NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“No… Stop the car! Stop!” Mrs. Brightwood was getting paranoid. “Turn back; I need to check on Summer.”

“We’re almost home,” Mr. Brightwood glanced at her, not understanding her behavior. “Going back won’t solve anything. What do you plan to do if you see him there?”

“If he’s there?” Mr. Brightwood asked, “What will you do?”

“…”

“Would you believe Summer’s explanation?” Mr. Brightwood questioned her.

“…” Mrs. Brightwood remained silent again.

“And if he’s not there? How will you explain why you went back?” Mr. Brightwood reasoned, “What will she think?”

After much hesitation, Mrs. Brightwood decided against going back… Yes, what difference would it make whether he was there or not?

But she trusted a woman’s intuition; if their son didn’t return soon and marry Summer, she might be taken by that man.

“Oh, stop worrying,” Mr. Brightwood said as he parked the car at home and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Rupert is excellent, and Summer is too smart to miss out on him. Save your energy for house hunting.”

Thinking about looking for a wedding house made Mrs. Brightwood feel a bit more at ease. Yes, they should get that done first.