Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Mrs. Campell’s expression changed noticeably. Without even glancing at her daughter, she turned and walked into the inner room, clearly upset. She didn’t want to argue like a shrew, but she was deeply distressed. As a mother, she was truly worried about her daughter’s future.

Spencer and Summer could both see their mother’s displeasure and concern, feeling equally helpless. Mr. Campell, though smiling, was undoubtedly conflicted inside. “Have a seat and rest for a while. Summer, pour Spencer a cup of tea,” he said before adding quietly, “I’ll go check on your mother.” With that, he took the agreement and left.

He must have been caught in a difficult position too.

Summer watched her parents disappear one after the other through the door. She took a deep breath, feeling uneasy herself. Spencer understood Summer’s inner turmoil; she must have been suffering as well. On one side was her first love, on the other were her parents.

Spencer walked towards her, and she turned to him with a smile. “Sit down. What would you like to drink? I’ll make it,” she offered, as if entertaining a guest.

Her bright smile made his heart ache.

“Summer…” His tone was heavy as he asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Summer placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Leave it to time; we don’t need to do anything.” She then turned to make tea for him. “Whenever there were major decisions or disagreements at home, we always left it to time. Everyone needs to calm down.”

Watching her busy back, Spencer felt incredibly fortunate to be chosen by her so resolutely. Even if he wasn’t welcomed now, he believed that one day he could prove through his actions that he was indeed Summer’s best choice in life.

Not only would he take care of Summer for a lifetime, but he would also look after the Campell family in their old age.

With this determination, Spencer couldn’t help but smile at the promising future.

When Summer came over with the tea and saw his smile, her mood lifted as well. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Drink your tea.”

“Thank you,” he replied politely on purpose.

Summer smiled at him and walked towards the flower stand nearby.

As she carefully selected flowers, she spoke to Spencer. “We’re going to Emerald Bay tonight. I plan to give your sister-in-law a bouquet of flowers. What do you think?”

“Sounds good,” Spencer said as he joined her, appreciating her thoughtfulness.

Summer meticulously picked each flower, choosing the freshest ones from the stand.

“What kind of flowers are these?” Spencer asked, unfamiliar with them but eager to keep the conversation going.

As Summer picked flowers from the stand, she answered his questions. “These are lisianthus, sweet peas, catchfly, and finally two roses. You recognize roses, right?”

Having given many roses to social media influencers before, Spencer dared not answer this potentially tricky question.

Looking at the bouquet in her hands, Spencer found it quite beautiful and changed the subject. “Your color coordination is really nice.”

“These are all warm colors,” Summer explained as she placed the flowers on the table and began selecting wrapping paper. “This makes them look sweeter; girls generally like that.”

She seemed very knowledgeable indeed.

Even her bouquet-wrapping technique was skillful enough to rival that of a florist shop owner.

“Don’t underestimate this small wrapping task; there’s an art to it.”

Summer found several sheets of white wrapping paper and wrapped them around the bouquet parallelly.

She then folded the top part of the wrapping paper inward and skillfully made double layers on the sides.

This way, even though the wrapping paper wasn’t very thick, it created a solid shape.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Finally, she inserted clusters of berries into the bouquet as decoration, making it even more beautiful.