Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Her rosy lips slightly pursed, she remained seated on the sofa, the script open on her lap as she reviewed the scene once again.

Before long, someone knocked on the wide-open door, “Your shoes have arrived.”

Summer looked up to see Spencer turning to retrieve the bag, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Just call me if you need anything,” the female staff member said patiently, her eyes filled with admiration and adoration.

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Spencer walked towards the girl on the sofa, dropping to one knee as he took the shoes out of the bag and gently placed them beside Summer’s feet.

Then he looked up at her, “Do you want me to help you put them on?” He really wanted to, but first wanted to get her consent, afraid of scaring her.

“No, no need,” the girl answered with a smile, quickly bending down to change her shoes, “I can handle this little thing on my own.”

Spencer nodded at her, “Alright,” standing up without insistence.

Changing shoes was a somewhat private act, so Spencer deliberately took a step further away, taking out his phone with his back turned towards her, one hand in his pocket, making a call.

Summer glanced at him, her nervousness lessening, and she calmly put on her high heels.

As she stood up, her entire demeanor rose significantly.

Spencer finished his call just as he put away his phone, turning to her with a smile, thinking that the shoes suited her well.

Taking a step towards her, he asked, “Have you memorized your lines?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Shall we give it a try then?”

This scene should leave a deep impression on her, as Angel had fallen into the water so many times… Such a classic image, etched into everyone’s memory.

After a final glance at the script, Summer put it down, “Let’s give it a try.”

Spencer stood in the relatively empty space in the room, pretending to make a phone call on his phone, then said to her, “Imagine there’s a pool in front of me.”

“Okay.” Summer walked backward, estimating the distance.

Hand in his pocket, Spencer presented a tall and slender back to her, and before long, he heard her footsteps as she walked towards him.

As the girl approached him, his call ended perfectly.

Meanwhile, outside the door-

Elisa peeked in cautiously, holding onto the door frame, only revealing a small head, curiously watching the commotion inside, a bit nervous yet anticipatory.

Andrew, unaware of when he arrived, stood behind Elisa, also peering inside.

His chin seemed to rest on her head.

But Elisa was oblivious to his presence.

Inside the room, as Spencer turned to look at Summer, she asked with pleasant surprise, “Tristan, you’re here too?”

Just as the words left her mouth, Summer’s foot naturally twisted, losing balance and elegantly leaning backward-

Elisa and Andrew outside the door couldn’t take their eyes off this nerve-wracking scene!

“Ah!”

Despite feeling scared, Summer inexplicably felt a sense of trust in him.

Leaning forward, Spencer reached out with a powerful arm from behind her waist, scooping her up in a very graceful posture!

Steadily, he embraced her with an exquisite stance.

The familiar face etched in Summer’s memory, the satin-like black hair cascading over her face, the jade-like nose, the feather-like eyelashes, and the unmistakable determination and kindness hidden deep in her eyes.

Spencer gazed at her up close, and in that moment, he was lost…