Mr. Marsh’s Twins

When she wanted to speak, she would naturally do so; she just needed time and space. Seeing that Summer did not refuse, Spencer put his arm around her shoulder and led her towards the elevator.

After going downstairs, Summer sat in the passenger seat while Spencer started the car. Just as he was about to take her home, Summer’s phone rang. She collected herself and took out her phone to see that it was her sister calling.

She quickly answered and gently placed the phone to her ear. “Hello, Bubu.”

“You finally answered! Are you done with work?” Agnes’s voice came through.

“Yes, I just finished.”

“Then let’s go home together? Mom and Dad saw the news too; we need to explain things to them. And about that matter with Ming… you have to tell them sooner or later. After all, breaking off an engagement isn’t as simple as breaking up.”

“Okay,” she had actually planned to go back today. “I’m heading back now. What about you? Are you off work?”

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As Summer hung up the phone, Spencer seemed to guess what was going on. He slowed down the car and turned to her, “Shall I take you home?”

“No!” Summer refused without thinking and looked at him with some fear.

This made Spencer’s heart skip a beat, but he smiled at her gently. “I can take you there and leave right after dropping you off.”

“No need,” she said more calmly. “Just find a spot to stop up ahead.” She really didn’t want him to come along; things were too chaotic already.

Summer was afraid her parents couldn’t handle the shock. She hadn’t reported everything about Rupert yet; everything had to be done step by step.

Spencer didn’t insist; he understood her position. When they hugged upstairs at the hospital, she had placed her hands around his waist-a detail that reassured him.

He turned on the right signal light, and soon the car stopped steadily by the roadside.

Summer unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at him. “I’ll just take a cab from here, thank you.”

Their eyes met, and Spencer said to her, “If you need any help from me, don’t hesitate to ask. Don’t feel embarrassed.”

His soft voice was like a magnet, gently brushing past her ears; he was sincere.

“Okay,” she nodded. “Bye.” Then she opened the door and got out of the car.

Spencer didn’t rush to start his car; he watched as she hailed a taxi, saw her get in, and only then did he drive away on a different route, accelerating…

The Maybach sped towards the Campell family flower shop!

At this moment, in an antique alleyway, the flower shop had its door half open. The signboard ‘Not Just for Today’ was artistic and elegant, much loved by young people.

Mr. Campell had just received another batch of roses and carnations because that mysterious benefactor had placed two orders recently.

The daily income was quite good; small profits but quick turnover-a busy yet happy state for a businessman because it was earned through hard work.

Mr. Campell sat on a small bench, trimming flower stems and wrapping bouquets one by one.

Opposite him, Mrs. Campell was doing the same thing but couldn’t feel cheerful since watching the news in the morning. She was very worried!

Her daughter seemed to be jumping from one pit into another! As an observer, she could see clearly!

Why be with Spencer of all people?

He was a notorious playboy! Such a man had no real feelings! This relationship wouldn’t lead anywhere!