Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Mr. Campbell had no choice but to agree. If the flowers were delivered tomorrow, they wouldn’t be as fresh as today. Besides, they were already wrapped and ready to go. Mr. Campbell and Mrs. Campbell always believed in finishing today’s tasks today, even if it meant working late into the night.

Under the watchful eyes of the two sisters, Mr. Campbell and Spencer each mounted an electric scooter. Summer’s gaze fell on Spencer, and she couldn’t help but take a step forward.

Spencer turned to look at her, their eyes meeting.

“Be safe,” the girl said softly, but it was a genuine expression of concern.

Spencer felt warmth in his heart and smiled, nodding.

Soon, Mr. Campbell rode off, and Spencer quickly followed. The two disappeared from view as they rode out of the alley.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Standing at the doorway, Agnes observed her sister’s expression. Summer seemed calm, staring at the alley’s end where the scooters had vanished. Her heart was likely with them.

Clearly worried!

Agnes nudged her sister gently with her elbow and whispered, “Do you know who this kind person buying flowers for sanitation workers is?”

Summer didn’t turn around, her voice calm, “Spencer.”

Agnes was surprised. “How do you know?”

Summer glanced at her sister without saying anything and then walked back into the shop.

“But seriously, how do you know?” Agnes was curious.

“Intuition.”

“That’s really accurate!”

Inside the flower shop, Mrs. Campbell stood not far away, watching her daughter intently. She seemed to have a lot to say but didn’t know how to start, so her expression was complicated.

Summer had explained to her before that she would leave everything to time and make careful choices.

Agnes could sense the undercurrent between her mother and sister. She thought for a moment and smiled, “Do we have food at home? Maybe… we should invite Spencer to stay for dinner? It’s our way of showing hospitality since he’s helping deliver flowers during mealtime.”

Summer didn’t respond; she just lowered her eyes.

Mrs. Campbell looked coldly at her two daughters before reluctantly saying, “I’ll cook.” She then walked inside.

When Agnes met her sister’s gaze, she smiled encouragingly, “Everything will get better.”

Summer remained calm but couldn’t feel happy. Too many things had happened recently-so much that she couldn’t find peace to sort them out or properly recall her past with Spencer.

Spencer followed closely behind Mr. Campbell on his electric scooter. Whenever they saw sanitation workers sweeping leaves along the way, Mr. Campbell would stop to give them a bouquet of flowers and express his gratitude.

Seeing their simple smiles deeply moved Spencer.

He personally handed out flowers as well and sometimes shook hands with them without any hesitation.

Mr. Campbell noticed this genuine spirit in Spencer and felt a bit touched himself, considering Spencer’s high status.

As they were running out of flowers to deliver, dark clouds loomed lower and lower; it looked like rain was imminent, and the wind grew colder.

By the time they finished delivering all the flowers and started heading back home on their scooters, light rain began to fall.

Spencer worried about Mr. Campbell’s health-would he catch a cold? He hoped the rain would lighten up…

In the kitchen, Summer helped her mother wash vegetables in silence until they heard raindrops hitting the windows louder and louder.

Both looked outside with concern-had it started raining?

Had they finished delivering?

Were they on their way back?

Agnes stood by the flower shop entrance munching on sunflower seeds while anxiously watching the alley entrance. Soon enough, she saw two electric scooters appear side by side in view!

“They’re back! They’re back!” Agnes exclaimed happily. The rain wasn’t too heavy yet and hadn’t been falling for long.