Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Spencer looked at her and said, “But you already made it clear yesterday that you rejected him. It’s best to stay away from someone you didn’t like at first sight, even if feelings may grow over time, you will regret it.”

What kind of logic is that? Summer sighed and returned to the topic, “I studied Zoe’s character so well, why should your affairs disrupt my progress? I feel like I’m taking the blame.”

“A good actor should study all the characters in the script. Only when you thoroughly understand each character can you nail every emotional point,” Spencer said.

“As an actor, you can’t be lazy or choose comfort. You have to take on various challenges,” Spencer continued, sharing a whole bunch of wisdom with Summer over shrimp at the table.

This ultimately dispelled her thoughts of changing back to her old role. She stopped mentioning it and gave up hope. As they finished eating the shrimp, Summer’s gaze fell on his injured hand. She asked, “Have you applied the medicine yet?”

“Not yet, been busy with the shrimp,” he replied with a smile. “I’ll apply it when I get back, no need to worry.” With her no longer insisting on changing roles, he felt relieved.

The girl nodded, a bit worried, and asked, “So, between you and Harlan… is this how it’s going to be?”

“What do you mean?”

“How will you act together in the future? Your fight was intense,” Summer said. “Should I come up with a way to break the ice between you two?”

“What way?”

“Are you willing to cooperate?” Summer asked. “Can you stop being impulsive? Let’s all have a meal together with the crew.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Of course I’ll cooperate,” Spencer laughed. “Am I going to punch him during dinner?”

“Yeah,” Summer agreed, pointing out directly, “Wasn’t it because you had dinner that you hit him?”

“I…” he realized and quickly explained, “It’s not because you arranged the dinner that I hit him. It’s because he wasn’t careful, causing it to trend online. It may not be a big deal for him, but it’s not good for you. I consider you a friend, so I have to protect you.”

“Everything you said makes sense.” The girl didn’t want to argue anymore and focused on his hand again. “Go apply the medicine quickly.”

“Did you enjoy the shrimp today?” He wanted to hear her opinion and would make it again if she liked it.

The girl didn’t answer, only said, “Don’t bring it over again in the future. If you like it, just make it for yourself.”

“Why?” Spencer looked indifferent. “Shouldn’t neighbors visit each other more often?”

“You’re visiting a bit too frequently. If someone finds out we’re living together, how would the news report it? You have to protect me, right?” Summer stood up, smiling at him. “We’re friends.”

“… ” Spencer was speechless. He picked up the plates, stood up, and left without waiting for her dismissal, showing himself out tactfully.

Summer began cleaning up the shrimp shells on the table. She could sense something from Spencer’s intentional or unintentional closeness. But she knew she couldn’t fall for this playboy. Once the novelty wore off, she would just be someone he could discard at any time. However, Summer had a misconception that, through contact, Spencer wasn’t as bad as others described.

At the same time, the director sent a message in the group chat about a dinner gathering in three days. Maybe seeing how tense everyone’s relationships were, he wanted to ease the tension. Otherwise, the film couldn’t continue, with everyone being enemies.

Everyone responded with “Received.”

Three days passed quickly. The two of them, after applying the special-effect medicine, returned to their original state, still handsome and charming.