Mr. Marsh’s Twins

There was a hint of awkwardness in the air, but Harlan’s lips curled up slightly as he stepped forward, “Discussing the script, are we?”

“Yes,” nodded Summer.

Spencer sat across from Summer, withdrawing his gaze and opting to ignore him.

Harlan’s gaze fell on the girl’s face, as gentle as his voice, “Summer, we have three scenes together tomorrow, so I’d like to talk to you about it.”

The girl glanced at him, then at Spencer.

At that moment, Spencer looked up at him, his gaze slightly cold, his tone composed, “Don’t you understand the principle of first come, first served?”

Harlan looked at Spencer, whose eyes darkened slightly, one sitting and the other standing, a strange mix of emotions transmitting.

Summer quickly rose from the sofa chair, smiling at the man standing in front of her, “Harlan, let’s both get up early tomorrow and have a chat in the dressing room, okay?”

So, she preferred to spend the evening with Spencer?

Harlan looked at her, his gaze deep and profound, not expressing anything, just a hint of unwillingness in his heart.

She seemed to see a hint of complexity in his eyes, and so lowered her gaze, uncertain of what else to say.

Spencer calmly opened the script, ignoring Harlan completely, his thin lips slightly apart as he gently asked, “Summer, what do you think about tomorrow’s kissing scene?”

The girl met his gaze as she turned her eyes towards him.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Obviously, Harlan was superfluous. He had come in at the wrong time, or rather, one step too late.

Harlan genuinely liked Summer, so he did not want her to be deceived by Spencer.

Summer did not respond to Spencer…

Until Spencer once again looked at Harlan’s face, smiling as he reminded, “Mr. Harlan, did you not understand Summer’s meaning just now? She mentioned getting up early tomorrow and chatting in the dressing room, so you can leave now.”

Being repeated by his rival in such a way, Harlan felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

He did not look at him, his gaze of gentle concern remaining on the girl, truly fearing that such a good girl would fall for Spencer, that scoundrel’s gentle facade.

Spencer was not someone worth entrusting herself to.

But Harlan had no choice but to leave, carrying his love and concern for her.

Even though Spencer had the upper hand, he still felt frustrated. If he had not come early tonight, would it have been Harlan sitting there now?

Having such a man in the cast staring down at him was not a good sign, Spencer admitted that Harlan was excellent.

Summer sat down on the sofa chair facing him, staring at him without blinking, noticing that he had drifted off, seemingly upset.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Spencer snapped out of it, only to find that she had been staring at him all along, their gazes meeting.

“As for the kissing scene, I have no preference. I’m fine with using a stand-in,” Summer looked into his eyes, answering him word by word, “I should have no issues with the plot, and if I channel the emotions, I can understand Riverflow’s feelings.”

Spencer’s lips curled with a smile, “You’re a good actress,” and gave her a thumbs-up.

“For you, to cause trouble with Harlan, it’s not worth it,” Summer could see his thoughts and spoke frankly, “The more friends, the more paths, the more enemies, you never know how many pitfalls might lie ahead if you overthink.”

“He obviously wants to get close to you, don’t you find it annoying?” Spencer shrugged, “You don’t like him, that much is clear to him.”

“Yes, I don’t like him, but you can like him,” Summer replied.

“If you don’t like someone, I won’t like them either!” he replied firmly, like a loyal child.