Mr. Marsh’s Twins

In the evening, the sunset began to dip below the horizon, casting beautiful afterglow on the river’s surface. Summer drove to the Marsh Group building to pick up Agnes for dinner. They had already arranged it over the phone, and Agnes was supposed to finish early. However, a colleague handed her a draft last minute, seeking her advice. Summer waited in the car as nightfall approached.

In the Campell family flower shop, Spencer sat at the dining table with two elders. Earlier, he had gone into the kitchen to prepare a cucumber salad himself. This surprised Mrs. Campell, “You can cook?”

“Yes, I learned it especially for Summer!” Spencer lied without hesitation, “I plan to cook for her for a lifetime! Haha!” Whether true or not, these words touched Summer’s parents.

The flavor of this particular white wine was exceptional. Spencer poured two glasses, and for Mr. Campell, it was the best wine he had tasted in a long time. They clinked glasses, and in that moment, their relationship grew closer.

“Uncle, Auntie,” Spencer took a sip of wine and boldly promised, “When we have kids, I’ll take care of them! I’ll prepare the formula, change diapers, soothe them, carry them! I’ll take them to kindergarten! And no matter if it’s a boy or girl from Summer, I will love them!”

He hadn’t even started drinking much but already sounded like he was tipsy with his grand promises.

Mrs. Campell held her bowl while eating and occasionally glanced at him to gauge his sincerity. She found Spencer quite down-to-earth; even simple vegetable leaves with just oil and salt were eaten with relish by him. He must be used to gourmet food.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

As he repeated his promises over and over again, Mrs. Campell finally spoke up. “Spencer,” she said coldly, “do you still text your ex-girlfriends?”

The air seemed to freeze for a second at her words.

Spencer felt uncomfortable but couldn’t avoid it. He answered seriously, “No more texts, Auntie. There will be no further contact.”

“With such a colorful past, do you know what worries me most?” Mrs. Campell’s eyes were stern and concerned.

Spencer shook his head while eating peanuts, “Please enlighten me.”

Mrs. Campell stared into his deep eyes as if trying to see into his soul. “I’m most worried that after you marry my daughter, an illegitimate child will suddenly appear.”

Spencer blinked quickly and put down his chopsticks before answering earnestly, “Auntie, you worry too much. I’ve never touched those women!”

This shocked Mrs. Campell even more; she widened her eyes and asked cautiously, “Is there something wrong with your health?”

Mr. Campell also looked at him incredulously.

Spencer felt extremely awkward. “Uncle, Auntie,” he cleared his throat and continued confidently despite the awkwardness, “I’m very strict with myself and maintain my integrity; there’s nothing wrong with my health.”

The explanation seemed weak and unconvincing to the elders.

Seeing their disbelief, Spencer decided to be honest. “Actually,” he confessed, “all my rebellious acts were meant to provoke my brother; I got involved in scandals just to ruin his reputation.” After saying this, he took another gulp of wine and added regretfully, “It was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done; I deeply regret it!”