Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1989: The Limits Of Spoiling

Chapter 1989: The Limits of Spoiling

Ivan's gaze shifted away from his brother's face, looking somewhat softened at the girl who captivated his brother's dreams.

"I want some water," Spencer spoke up again.

Summer met his eager yet innocent eyes, with only Mr. Marsh and her present now, as Andrew had left.

Mr. Marsh remained standing without moving, while Spencer's gaze stayed fixed on Summer's face.

Clearly, he had directed that statement towards her.

So Summer walked to the coffee table, crouched down to pour some warm water into a cup from the teapot, checked the temperature with her hand - just right, not too hot.

She handed the cup to him, but Spencer, with his injured hands, did not raise them, just lifted his eyes, child-like, staring at her.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Summer hesitated, with Mr. Marsh watching beside her.

Was she supposed to feed him too?? Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Spencer parted his lips, still staring at her intently.

Nevertheless, she helped him finish the water, then set the cup down and walked away.

As she left the room, she thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Spencer remained seated on the sofa, eyes fixed on his shiny leather shoes, unsure of his brother's purpose.

Was he here to scold him?

To assist him?

Ivan stood before him, his bold eyebrows slightly furrowed, appearing like a god, towering above, and gazing sternly at him, "Did you solve anything by fighting?"

The man on the sofa didn't answer, nor did he lift his gaze, seeming to perceive his brother's discontent as a routine inquiry.

"Will this play continue in the future?" Ivan continued, "Harlan comes with power, what benefit is there in offending him?"

"But he's fixated on Summer!" Spencer finally couldn't bear it, looking up to reply, "I've told him twice, he doesn't listen!"

Ivan calmly and composedly met his gaze, sensing his tension and apprehension of potentially losing Summer once again.

Ten years since they separated, and she had been missing for ten years.

Ivan understood the longing and torment.

Finally finding her now, hoping to start anew, only to have someone else intervene...

He felt anger, unease, and fear of losing her again... He was anxious and apprehensive, uncertain.

As a man, as a brother, Ivan completely understood Spencer's emotions.

Today, fighting Harlan was merely a trigger, igniting the complex emotions suppressed for a decade.

Ivan's expression turned cold as he inspected the visible wound on his face, "Take some time to practice, fighting won't resolve any issues, it'll only complicate matters."

"..." Spencer didn't expect him to say that, and as he felt surprised, Ivan stood up beside him and sat down, saying, "Fighting can't solve problems, it'll only make things more complicated."

"Are steamed buns tasty?" Ivan asked in a deliberate tone.

Spencer knew the implied meaning behind it, as he never ate buns back in school, not even when starving.

Due to the buns incident, he even had a falling out with his brother, throwing the buns his brother bought into the trash.

But Spencer quickly thought of the moment Summer fed him buns, a feeling that made him particularly nostalgic, warm, comfortable... happy.

"The ones she feeds me are delicious, they're not just steamed buns anymore," Spencer unabashedly replied, lips curling with a faint smile, "Better than any delicacy."