Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Summer had come to find him because men generally understand circuits better than women. She nodded, “Thank you for your trouble.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Spencer was pleased inside but kept a calm exterior. He closed the door and walked towards Summer.

Summer opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. As he passed by her, she caught a faint whiff of his cologne, which felt familiar and momentarily disoriented her.

Thus, Spencer smoothly entered Summer’s home once again, and this time, it was just the two of them.

Summer collected her thoughts and gently closed the door. “Where is your electrical panel?” Spencer looked at the wall full of cabinets, thinking it might be hidden in one of them but hesitated to rummage through a girl’s home.

Summer walked over to a shoe cabinet against the wall. “Here.” She opened the top cabinet door, revealing an empty space, and reached to remove a metal plate on the wall.

“Let me do it.” Spencer quickly moved beside her and unintentionally brushed against her delicate fingers as he reached in.

The brief touch created an ambiguous atmosphere in the air. Summer pulled her fingers back and stepped aside to watch him work.

Spencer skillfully removed the metal plate and glanced at her, advising, “Don’t handle this yourself. The edges are not smooth; you could easily cut yourself.”

“Okay.” The girl watched intently and listened carefully.

In less than a minute, with some fiddling from Spencer, the lights in the room flickered on with a buzzing sound.

Summer was very grateful. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It was just a blown fuse.” Spencer replaced the plate and closed the cabinet door.

When he turned around, Summer was standing right in front of him, staring at him without blinking. Their eyes met again.

“I’m sorry,” Summer said sincerely. “I take back what I said yesterday.”

“What did you say?” Spencer raised his handsome eyebrows, pretending not to know. “You said a lot to me yesterday.”

The girl thought for a moment and spoke earnestly, “About standing up for Angel, about blaming you-I take it all back.”

Meeting her gaze, Spencer’s eyes showed a fleeting distraction but only for an instant. He then lightly touched his nose with a clenched fist and chuckled softly. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

Summer frowned slightly. “Because even if the whole world blames you, I should… I should stand by you.”

She spoke with such seriousness that Spencer was deeply moved and extremely happy, his lips curving into a gentle smile.

“Summer,” after a while, Spencer said to her, “you don’t need to apologize so formally for such a small matter.”

Summer bit her lip. “As long as you’re not angry.”

In fact, Spencer wanted to say that it would be best if she wasn’t angry either!

They looked at each other without knowing what else to say, but she could feel that her apology had lifted his spirits.

“If you really think those words hurt me yesterday…” Spencer said with a smile, half-jokingly and half-seriously, “then make me lunch? I don’t want to cook alone.”