Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Feeling the warmth of her hands, Spencer closed his eyes. At this moment, his heart was filled with immense satisfaction because, apart from acting, this was the first time they had such close contact in their true identities after calmly reflecting on everything. They embraced each other sincerely.

They held each other for a while as the rain continued to pour outside, and the sound of wind and rain filled their ears.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Spencer mustered the courage to ask softly. He longed for her to say something, to talk about her feelings over the years, to share how she missed him after regaining her memory, to confess that she too had suffered and regretted their breakup.

Silence. Only the sound of wind and rain surrounded them.

Summer felt his body heat and gently rested her chin on his shoulder. She took a moment, then softly began, “Spencer…”

“Hmm.” He listened intently, his heartbeat quickening, his body growing warmer.

“I love you too, always have.” As she uttered these words, Summer’s eyes welled up with tears, and a deep pain tore through her heart. If she had mistakenly married Rupert, she couldn’t bear to think about the regrets she would have carried for a lifetime. Marrying him, having children, bearing debts, then regaining her memory… The thought alone made her scalp tingle.

Hearing these words brought an indescribable joy to Spencer’s heart. He couldn’t help but release her, his gaze intense and burning.

Summer met his eyes at close range, feeling the male pheromones approaching bit by bit, the overwhelming warmth enveloping her nose. Her eyelashes fluttered lightly as Spencer kissed her lips…

Campell family flower shop.

Mrs. Campell had silently finished washing the dishes. Her heart felt blocked as if all joy had been drained away. She sat on the sofa scrolling through news on her phone, intending to take some screenshots for her daughter. She found it strange that there was no trace of Spencer’s past scandals online.

She searched his name three times on her phone but still found nothing.

“Come here!” she called urgently as she stood up. “Let me see your phone! Hurry!”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you looking at?” Mrs. Campell finally spoke as Mr. Campell hurried over with his phone in hand.

“Give me your phone! Quickly!” She didn’t explain why.

Mr. Campell handed over his phone; she knew the unlock code anyway. She quickly opened it and searched again but still couldn’t find any rumors about Spencer’s ex-girlfriends. Instead, there were numerous articles listing how Spencer engaged in charity work, donated money and schools, led teams to bring glory to the country-titles like computer genius and cybersecurity competition champion adorned his name.

His acting talent was also highlighted; his first drama was a hit… In short, there was no negative news at all.

This left Mrs. Campell speechless.

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Campell noticed something off in his wife’s expression as he took back his phone from her hands and saw the page she was on. He suddenly understood and could empathize.

The internet had been cleansed.

It must have been orchestrated by Mr. Marsh.

“The internet may forget, but I don’t. Some things exist just because they do,” Mrs. Campell said with disdain for such foolish actions. “I had already searched this man before but didn’t save any screenshots.”

“Why search again if you’ve already done it?” Mr. Campell asked.

“I wanted to show Summer!”