Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Summer knew he was out of character; the emotions in the scene weren’t supposed to be this intense. She felt like she was suffocating from his kiss. The kiss lasted for a full two minutes, and Summer didn’t dare push him away because the director hadn’t called cut.

The director was extremely satisfied with the emotional drive. He thought Spencer had outdone himself today, showing a mix of dominance, wildness, and deep affection. Without any words, just one kiss closed the distance between them.

At that moment, both of their minds flashed back to those youthful days in school. The moments they had spent together, those deep impressions. The kiss made both Summer and Spencer tremble slightly. Even though the rain was cold, their bodies and hearts were burning because they realized they still loved each other. Their bodies could not lie.

As they kissed, tears fell from Summer’s eyes, mixing with the rain so no one noticed. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions and sorrow. Spencer had helped her a lot during this time, just like before; he always helped her out of trouble and settled everything.

In the hospital.

Mrs. Brightwood and Mr. Brightwood still couldn’t reach Rupert on the phone. The couple felt that things were looking grim. The ward was silent, filled with a sense of despair, seeing no future or tomorrow.

Mrs. Brightwood wanted to check online for any news about her son but accidentally stumbled upon today’s headline-Spencer and Summer’s official announcement! They were together! And they announced it right at the hospital entrance surrounded by reporters!

Mrs. Brightwood’s trembling fingers held her phone as her eyes widened bit by bit. She scrolled through photos of them with their arms around each other, feeling it was ironic, shocked, and saddened at the same time.

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Brightwood noticed her distress. “What are you looking at?”

When Mrs. Brightwood looked up, her heart sank to the bottom. “Summer… Summer is with that male neighbor… It’s on the news; she admitted it herself.”

Mr. Brightwood let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was something about their son.

“I originally thought…” Mrs. Brightwood’s heart turned cold as she muttered, “I thought that since Summer and Rupert were engaged and we treated her like a daughter all these years, she would help Rupert through this tough time…”

As she spoke, tears fell from Mrs. Brightwood’s eyes; she completely lost her composure.

Mr. Brightwood sighed rationally, “Now that she’s regained her memory, she doesn’t have feelings for Rupert anymore. They’ve always been apart, and Rupert hasn’t been reliable. Even I want to kick him sometimes; how can we expect an outsider to help him wholeheartedly? These days people can get divorced even after marriage; let alone just an engagement?”

“Human nature… really can’t stand tests.” Mrs. Brightwood angrily dialed Summer’s number again and again but got no answer each time.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

She was shaking with anger! Summer was Rupert’s only hope! Mrs. Brightwood wouldn’t let Summer off for her son’s sake!

At this moment, Summer’s phone was in Elisa’s bag on silent mode.

In the villa courtyard under heavy rain.

After the kiss ended, Tristan let go of Riverflow’s hand and pulled her into the villa living room.

Both of them were drenched and didn’t have time to change clothes.

In Spencer’s mind, this wasn’t acting anymore; he wasn’t Tristan, and the person in front of him wasn’t Riverflow but his Summer!

The lines went like this-

And they reflected his truest feelings-

Spencer took her hand deeply and said, “Let’s get married; I can’t wait any longer. I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

Meeting his gaze, Summer felt a mix of emotions-warmth and bitterness.

She felt dazed, unable to tell if it was reality or just part of the script.