Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Alright, I’ll help you decline it first,” Elisa said. Her job was quite easy because Summer had signed with Marsh Group’s agency, so she lived willingly. The company wouldn’t force her; in a way, Ivan already treated her like a sister-in-law.

“Thank you.” Summer took her bag and said goodbye to Elisa before stepping out. Elisa didn’t know where she was going and wasn’t particularly worried.

When Summer reached the lobby, she stopped. Her gaze fell on Spencer, who was dressed in casual attire not far away. He had a smile on his face and seemed gentler, like a different person. Spencer was talking to the director and hadn’t noticed her presence.

Summer didn’t interrupt him but stood there quietly, seemingly waiting for him. As Spencer chatted with the director, he inadvertently glanced over and saw Summer. Their eyes met, and he paused for a moment before saying something to the director and quickly walking over to her.

Summer stood there holding her bag, as serene as a flower.

“Are you looking for me?” Spencer asked gently, concerned.

Summer didn’t know why she felt the need to report to him but ended up telling him about the phone call. Spencer listened without interrupting, frowning slightly. “So? Are you planning to go to the hospital?”

Summer didn’t answer; she knew he didn’t want her to go or deal with anything related to the Brightwood family anymore. After a few seconds of silence, Spencer smiled slightly. “Come on, I’ll take you to get something delicious right now, okay?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She met his gaze but remained silent, feeling conflicted inside. Spencer put his arm around her shoulder and led her outside. From the kiss they shared in the drama earlier, Spencer could tell that Summer still had feelings for him; she loved him but was also conflicted. He wasn’t in a hurry; he could give her time.

As they walked out together, with his arm around her shoulder, Summer didn’t resist at all. Her body was honest; she didn’t reject him.

They exited the lobby without greeting anyone. Spencer led her to his Maybach and opened the passenger door for her. Several staff members saw Summer bend down and get into the car while Spencer closed the door like a gentleman and quickly returned to the driver’s seat before driving off.

Everyone assumed they were indeed together; today was practically an official announcement even though Summer hadn’t said anything.

Summer recalled the doctor’s plea over the phone and how she had agreed to visit. If Mrs. Brightwood really died in the hospital, she would bear some responsibility since Mrs. Brightwood only wanted to see her and was threatening suicide. Problems couldn’t be avoided; they needed resolution; otherwise, they might affect her family too.

Suddenly clear-headed, Summer turned to look at Spencer’s profile but said nothing.

Sensing her gaze, Spencer glanced at her and slowed down. “You want to go to the hospital, right?”

“I didn’t receive a call from Mrs. Brightwood; it was from the doctor. I promised I would go,” Summer explained. “If I can calm her down, it would save the hospital a lot of trouble.”

“Alright, I’ll take you,” Spencer agreed because he knew she wouldn’t be at ease otherwise. She was too kind-hearted, and despite everything with the Brightwood family elders before, their relationship had been decent.

In times of trouble, showing concern was only human nature.

Spencer drove towards the hospital; today he really seemed like a changed man.