Mr. Marsh’s Twins

In Summer’s apartment living room, the two of them chatted about the script as time slipped away. Before they knew it, it was dinner time, and the sky had darkened considerably with the setting sun.

Summer closed the script and stood up. “Shall we call it a day?”

“Yeah, sure.” He also closed his script and leaned back into the sofa, showing no intention of leaving.

At that moment, they both clearly heard Spencer’s stomach growl.

The girl turned her gaze, and their eyes met. He still didn’t seem inclined to leave. It was almost dinner time, an awkward moment indeed.

“I’m not planning on making dinner,” Summer said directly, her meaning clear.

Spencer was taken aback. He had planned to help out while she made dinner and then join her for a meal. It seemed his plan had fallen through.

He chuckled softly without showing any disappointment. “I wasn’t planning on mooching a meal here.”

Then why aren’t you leaving? But she didn’t ask. Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds, and the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward.

Summer thought for a moment and said, “I’m heading out. I have dinner plans with Agnes. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late.”

She had effectively given him the boot. Spencer had no choice but to stand up. “Alright then, see you on set tomorrow.” His tone was light, but he felt quite reluctant inside.

Summer grabbed her bag and left with Spencer following her out the door. She entered the elevator while Spencer went back to his own apartment; they eventually parted ways.

Once in the elevator, Summer took out her phone and called Agnes. The call connected quickly. “Bubu, want to grab dinner tonight? Are you free?”

“I’m busy today; I have to work overtime. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Agnes replied. “I have a meeting tonight and might get home very late.”

Summer pouted but then regained her composure. “Alright then, you go ahead with your work.”

“Okay, talk later!”

“Sure.”

After ending the call with her sister, Summer glanced at the closed elevator doors. She couldn’t very well go back now. What would she say if she ran into him again?

Feeling hungry, she decided to go out for dinner by herself.

Meanwhile, back in his apartment, Spencer opened the fridge and saw some ingredients but didn’t feel like cooking. Thinking about Rupert Brightwood dampened his mood even more.

So he decided to go out for dinner too.

After heading downstairs without his car, he noticed how beautiful the sunset was and how gentle the breeze felt. He decided to take a walk and find a restaurant along the way, turning it into a relaxing evening stroll.

After about five minutes of walking, he stopped at an intersection and glanced at a sign-Little Town.

About a hundred meters down the alley was a forest-themed restaurant called Little Town, known for being a hidden gem in the city.

Looking down the alleyway, he saw elegant greenery-covered walls not far off.

He knew this restaurant was nestled in a forest-like setting. Although he had never been there before, his friends had given it good reviews, and some club members had invited him there before.

So he decided to walk in that direction.

At that moment, Summer had just sat down at an outdoor table at Little Town. The hydrangeas around her were in full bloom; the elegant environment was simply perfect.

There were many small private rooms indoors while outdoor tables and chairs were scattered among flowers without any particular order but looked charming nonetheless.

“Miss, how many are in your party?”

“Just one,” Summer replied as she looked through the menu for single-person meals that were reasonably priced and just right in portion size. “I’ll have Set B.”

“Alright, please wait a moment.” The waiter left after taking her order.

Summer sat waiting while idly browsing posts on her phone until her food arrived.

Not long after, Spencer walked in and stopped in the courtyard. At once, he spotted the familiar figure sitting beside the hydrangeas.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.