Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Sigh.” Spencer placed his chess piece down, looking a bit troubled. “The main issue I’m facing right now isn’t Rupert, but Summer’s mom.”

“Why?” Ivan looked up. “Does she not approve of you two being together?”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“She saw my old scandals online, all those girlfriends I had,” Spencer said directly. “That makes her think I’m unreliable.”

“You are unreliable,” Ivan remarked bluntly as he placed his chess piece. “If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t trust her with you so easily either.”

Spencer didn’t blame his brother for thinking that way. He just paused for a moment and then reflected on himself. These days, he deeply regretted his past behavior. Why did he have to be so reckless? Some women had nothing to do with him, but when they were photographed together, he couldn’t be bothered to clarify things with the media.

Even if he never found Summer again, couldn’t he have kept himself clean?

It was all because he was too young and rebellious back then.

Seeing his brother genuinely regretful, Ivan comforted him. “It doesn’t matter; the past is not important. Everyone has a past; the key is to look forward to the future.”

“But she cares about my past.”

“Then show her through your actions; change her perception of you.”

“Of course,” Spencer said. “I’m just a bit impatient. I can’t wait to marry Summer right away.”

Ivan was pleased; finally, Spencer had found someone who could make him settle down.

Playing chess with his brother, Ivan’s words gave Spencer great encouragement. Taking action would eventually lead to a good outcome.

In the yard.

Summer walked with Jennifer under the moonlight. They talked about Claire, the show, and Spencer. There was no need to deliberately find topics between these two women.

Jennifer had a high opinion of Spencer and helped explain those online scandals to Summer.

Some were indeed just media fabrications for traffic; those women weren’t even close to Spencer, but he didn’t care about public opinion and never clarified.

Summer didn’t care about his past; she still loved him, and that was enough.

At night.

After work, Agnes took a cab home. Sitting in the taxi, she lovingly stroked the little kitten in her arms and gazed out the window with a hint of sadness.

She had never liked an animal this much before, cherishing it like her own life.

Since she unintentionally made that online friend in her sophomore year of high school, she developed a special fondness for cats.

She even loved the words ‘Little Cat,’ feeling a sense of closeness when writing them down and smiling whenever she read them repeatedly.

In her dictionary, ‘Little Cat’ was particularly beautiful.

His username was Little Cat.

Back home, she bathed ‘Bubu’ carefully.

Sitting at her desk, she opened her computer and logged into an old social media account email. As expected, there was no reply from him after all these years.

Though anticipated, seeing that account still made her feel a bit disappointed.

The last time she emailed him was a month ago when she joined Marsh Group and couldn’t help but share the good news with him.

Opening the recipient field, Agnes placed her hands on the keyboard and thoughtfully typed a line-

Little Cat, today my brother-in-law gave me a kitten named Bubu. I find it so magical and can’t help but think of you. Are you busy lately? How have you been?

Just these few words carried her endless longing and concern.

She knew he wouldn’t receive it or reply, but she still clicked send. Perhaps it was because he wouldn’t see or respond that she dared to send it at all.

After all, in her sophomore year of high school, she had strong feelings for him through the screen but never confessed them.