Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Mr. Campell and Spencer returned safely to the flower shop. They made it back before the storm hit and didn’t get soaked. Their clothes were damp but not drenched, and there were droplets of water in their hair.

Agnes quickly brought two dry towels for them to dry their hair. “Dad, dry off quickly.”

“Spencer, here you go.” Agnes was quite kind to him, calling him Spencer affectionately.

“Thank you, sister.” Spencer took the towel with a smile on his face.

Agnes said to him, “Mom and sister are cooking inside. Why don’t you stay for dinner? Besides, we all came by taxi; you can take us back together!” She feared he might refuse because the atmosphere today was indeed awkward.

Spencer was slightly taken aback. Were they asking him to stay for dinner?

He felt flattered and looked up at Mr. Campell, who didn’t say anything and appeared relatively calm.

“Stay for a meal,” Agnes said to him. “It’s already dinner time anyway.”

“Alright.” He was touched.

At that moment, Spencer’s phone rang. He took it out and saw it was Ivan calling. Looking at the father-daughter duo in front of him, he politely said, “Excuse me, I need to take this call.”

He then turned aside and answered the phone with his distinct fingers sliding over the screen. “Hey, brother.”

At this time, the brightly lit Emerald Bay had a Lamborghini parked in the yard. The kitchen was bustling with activity as renowned chefs worked meticulously with fresh and abundant ingredients that Ivan had specially selected after work today.

Sitting on the sofa, Ivan called Spencer and asked, “I heard from the director that you wrapped up early today. Do you want to come back for dinner?”

“I’m afraid I can’t today; I’m at Summer’s parents’ house.”

Hearing this, Ivan was slightly surprised. Progressing so fast? Already meeting the parents? At dinner time… does that mean he’ll stay for dinner?

“Alright then.” Despite his surprise, Ivan was happy. He teased, “Looks like it won’t be easy to have dinner with you in the future.”

“Not at all. Just let me know in advance.” Spencer remembered he owed him a meal and said, “I’ll treat you and sister-in-law to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Sure, you pick the place and time.” Ivan had something to discuss with him anyway. “I won’t disturb you then; see you tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

Ivan hung up the phone as Jennifer walked over with a cup of warm milk. She wore maternity clothes that were both casual and beautiful.

“What did Spencer say?” She hadn’t heard the conversation.

Ivan put down his phone and took his wife’s hand, letting her sit beside him with a smile on his face. “Guess where Spencer is right now?”

Observing her husband’s expression, Jennifer thought carefully. “With that girl?”

“At her parents’ house.”

Jennifer’s eyes flashed with surprise before she smiled softly. “That’s good news! Things are progressing faster than you expected, right?”

“We can’t celebrate just yet.” Ivan put his arm around her shoulder. “Rupert’s issue hasn’t been fully resolved. As far as I know, their engagement hasn’t been called off yet. Only if Spencer marries Summer will they completely sever ties with Rupert, so those creditors won’t go after her.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Jennifer’s smile was warm as she leaned closer to him. “As long as they care for each other, marriage is just a matter of time. Maybe you can help things along?”

“Yes.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Jennifer asked gently.

Ivan affectionately tapped her nose. “You need to take good care of yourself and our baby.” He then gently caressed her slightly swollen belly.

Jennifer leaned into his embrace with a bright smile. Since becoming pregnant with this baby, she seemed younger than ever.