Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Summer was already a bit nervous. Spencer turned his gaze to her face, noticing that she was clutching a thin blanket tightly against her chest, looking somewhat restrained.

“Director, can we clear the set?” Spencer asked, turning his gaze towards the director without moving forward.

The director poked his head out again, stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard. “What? This isn’t a bed scene, it’s just a kissing scene. There’s no need to undress.”

“I’m not comfortable with people watching me in my pajamas,” Spencer frowned, looking visibly displeased.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing the determination in his eyes, the director didn’t refuse. After all, he was Master Spencer, Mr. Marsh’s brother. Without him, this show wouldn’t exist-the investors were like family!

The director nodded in agreement. “Alright, clear the set! Everyone get ready! Clear the set now!”

Before Summer could say anything, the issue was resolved. She looked gratefully at Spencer, who happened to be looking at her as well. His expression softened and he gave her a slight smile.

Soon, some staff members walked out of the bathroom. The director’s voice came through again. “Spencer, Summer, are you ready? You can come in now.”

Summer still had the thin blanket draped over her shoulders and pursed her lips.

Elisa brought the open script to Summer and whispered a reminder, “Do you want to look over your lines?”

Summer took the script. “There aren’t many lines; I remember them. I’ll hold onto the script for now.” She glanced at Spencer before stepping towards the bathroom.

Spencer felt a bit excited and walked towards the bathroom as well. He was already very familiar with this scene; he had memorized the script long ago. In the past, no matter what the scene was, he was confident he could nail it in one take.

But now… his thoughts were a bit scattered; his mind was full of Summer.

As she walked into the bathroom, Summer inexplicably felt nervous too, even though only the director and one cameraman were left inside.

The director saw her draped in a thin blanket and paused for a moment before understanding what was going on. It wasn’t that Spencer couldn’t relax; he was helping clear the set for Summer’s sake.

But the director didn’t expose this.

Spencer stood beside Summer after entering and looked at the water-filled bathtub. He held his breath slightly, feeling like a young boy in love for the first time, his blood boiling with excitement.

“Have you memorized your lines?” The director asked patiently after looking at them. “The water temperature should be just right now. Summer, why don’t you lie down first? I’ll adjust your position.”

Summer swallowed hard under her thin blanket and took a deep breath silently. Besides the cameraman and director, there were no other staff members left inside.

They were already being very considerate of her feelings.

The director looked at her but didn’t rush her.

Summer removed the blanket from her shoulders and bent down to place the script aside. Her skin was truly flawless.

She had memorized her lines; there weren’t many anyway-the focus was on building emotion.

Wearing slippers, she approached the bathtub and dipped one foot into the water while still wearing her pajamas. Spencer supported her arm from beside her to lend a hand.

Summer glanced at him; his gaze was firm.

Her skin was very fair and delicate like porcelain under the lights.

The color of her pajamas accentuated her complexion even more as she sat down in the bathtub with both hands resting on its edge.

Spencer acted like a gentleman and didn’t let his eyes wander. Only after she settled did he release his grip on her arm.

Instinctively covering her chest with her hands, Summer blushed deeply; she always felt uneasy as her dress floated up in the water.

It was indeed very sensual-the thin pajamas became even more revealing when wet.

And this effect was exactly what the director needed.

“Let’s put a towel under your head,” said the meticulous director as he placed a folded towel behind her head. “Lie back a bit more and rest your hands on the edge of the tub instead of covering your chest. You won’t be exposed-relax and don’t be nervous.”