Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Even though the words seemed absurd, he didn’t look like he was lying. “Uncle, Aunt,” Spencer said, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. This was a strong drink, one he had never tried before. Yet his mind was clear; he knew exactly who he was and the determination he was about to express.

With a solemn vow, he said, “Uncle, Aunt, I will give my bank card to Summer and transfer all my assets to her name. I will provide her with visible love and security.”

Mrs. Campell glanced up unintentionally and saw her two daughters standing at the doorway. She wasn’t sure when they had entered but assumed they had been there for a while. Both daughters had their eyes on Spencer’s back, likely having heard everything he just said.

“Uncle, Aunt, I can assure you that no one in this world is more suitable for Summer than I am. I am determined to marry her, take care of her for life, and always treat her well! I understand that accepting me won’t happen overnight, but that’s okay; I’m willing to wait.”

“Please rest assured, I won’t be reckless enough to drag her off to get a marriage certificate without your consent and blessings. I will restrain myself until then.”

Spencer’s tone was particularly sincere. He smiled and added, “You don’t have a son in your family; I’m willing to be a live-in son-in-law and take care of you in your old age.”

After speaking, he raised his glass and took another drink. Mrs. Campell frowned upon hearing this. Was he willing to become a live-in son-in-law just to be with Summer?

Summer quickly walked over to the dining table and snatched the glass from his hand. Spencer turned his head and was surprised to see Summer standing there. “Summer? Why are you here?”

“Don’t you know you have a stomach condition? How could you drink white liquor? Are you trying to kill yourself?” Summer was angry but also full of concern. “Your car is still outside! Were you planning to drive drunk?”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Spencer was still a bit dazed but thrilled that she cared about him. He stood up; although she was angry, he felt overjoyed inside and wore a slight smile on his face as he explained good-naturedly, “I would hire a designated driver; don’t worry, I won’t drive drunk. I swear I’ll never engage in illegal activities!”

“Where would you find a designated driver around here?” Summer exposed his lie with one sentence. “If I hadn’t come tonight, you would have driven back drunk, wouldn’t you?”

“No, of course not! If I couldn’t find a designated driver… I wouldn’t go back tonight.” Spencer placed his hand on her shoulder and softened his tone. “Don’t be angry; trust me.” Then, half-jokingly and half-seriously due to his drunken state, he said, “I’ll stay at your place tonight.”

Summer felt awkward because of him; her mother’s expression didn’t look too good either-probably thinking he was being frivolous.

“Ahem!” Summer cleared her throat.

The next second, Spencer turned around and knelt on one knee in front of Summer. He took out a square box from his pocket and opened it; under the light, the ring inside sparkled brilliantly.

Everyone present was astonished.

Agnes covered her mouth in shock; the ring was stunning!

But Spencer was serious; he wasn’t drunk. Holding up the ring, he looked at the girl he loved and asked earnestly, “Summer, will you marry me?”

His eyes were sincere; his tone serious as he held her hand.

Summer stared at him in shock; she never expected him to propose! And under such circumstances!

Mr. Campell put down his chopsticks, also taken aback.

Mrs. Campell’s gaze fell on the uniquely designed ring in the box-it must have cost a fortune.