Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1925: Spencer Thinking Of Her

Chapter 1925: Spencer Thinking of Her

Night.

Spencer sat on the terrace of the villa on the second floor, with no main lights on in the room. The bright moonlight poured down, casting a silver veil over the yard. The stars were bright and twinkling, one by one.

The night was incredibly peaceful.

He didn't drink, just sat in the wicker chair alone. His car was parked in the yard, with the yard lights emitting a warm yellow glow.

He turned his gaze towards the distance, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Spencer, do you think we'll both get into the same college?"

"We definitely will."

"Spencer, do you think we'll get married after college?"

"Of course, we'll travel for our wedding, even if it's on a budget, we'll explore the world together. We can be travel vloggers, I'll learn photography."

"Spencer, what is your dream?"

"To open a shop, serving fried rice and eggs."

"Haha, are you hungry?"

"Yes..."

Years later, he recalled that afternoon, and Spencer still remembered Summer's voice and her smile at that time.

At night, Spencer pulled his gaze back and his thoughts as well. He picked up the glass in front of him and took a sip of water.

He was going to see Summer tomorrow. Has she grown up, become taller? Is she more beautiful now?

He had a scene with Summer tomorrow, so he wasn't going to drink tonight.

Recently, Spencer had been thinking about the past. In high school, he indeed had no boundaries, but he was definitely not promiscuous.

Except for Summer, he hadn't dated any other girls.

Growing up without warmth and love from his family, he cherished every person who treated him well.

He valued loyalty, treated both boys and girls well, and enjoyed everyone's kindness towards him. He believed in pure friendship between men and women, as long as he didn't catch feelings.

Summer was the only girl who touched his heart, and the only girl he had ever kissed...

The brief encounters with the girls who stayed with him afterwards, he hadn't kissed any of them. He seemed to have a cleanliness fetish and thought kissing was a sacred act.

But when Summer broke up with him, she called him a playboy, just because she saw some photos of him with his female classmates, those two words really hurt his heart.

He was also very angry. After extreme sadness and heartbreak, he began to want to be a playboy...

Since Summer had already given him a death sentence, he wanted her to see what a real playboy looked like. Unfortunately, she had completely disappeared...

These years, Spencer's heart had never been happy, and he had always kept an important place for Summer.

That girl was like a thorn in his heart, painful if left untreated, but also bleeding if handled... it would hurt.

He was going to see Summer tomorrow, biding his time, really looking forward to it.

As the night deepened, he took a shower, lay in bed, and her figure filled his mind. The more he wanted to fall asleep early and see her in the morning, the harder it was for him to sleep...

This feeling was a bit of anticipation, a bit of sweetness, and a bit too hard to bear.

The next morning, light began to appear in the sky. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Monica woke up leisurely on the master bedroom's large bed, but there was no one beside her. She instantly woke up, then sat up.

She, dressed in a white nightgown, stepped lightly in her slippers down the stairs to the living room.

She saw his car parked outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Then she walked towards the kitchen, and when Monica saw Tristan busy at the stove, her gaze became even more gentle and enchanting.

Softly taking steps towards him... wanting to surprise him.

But the sharp Tristan still sensed her arrival, turned to look at her, "Good morning."

She paused her steps, smiling, "If I'm stepping so quietly, how did you sense me?"

"Because I smelled your fragrance," Tristan's gaze was full of indulgence as he continued searing steaks.

The girl raised her sleeve to her nose, sniffed, but there was no smell!

Then she walked towards him, gently embracing him from behind. She pressed her cheek against his back, as gentle as a kitten.