Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Boss… the boss no longer lives here,” Weston told her truthfully. “We used to switch houses frequently, and now… for various reasons, we have moved back again.”

Summer held a bowl of porridge she had simmered for two hours. She felt a bit disappointed but still smiled lightly. “It’s okay. This bowl of porridge is for you. It’s a nutritious breakfast with apples and pumpkin.”

Weston thought for a moment and then reached out to take the bowl from her. “Thank you, Summer.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“You’re welcome,” Summer replied with a slight smile. “Goodbye.” She then turned and went back to her own home.

At that moment, Agnes, who had just finished brushing her teeth, sat at the dining table with a bowl of porridge. “It smells so good! I never thought your cooking skills were good enough to set up a stall! Truly, the power of love is great; it can unleash all human potential!”

Summer smiled at her. “If you like it, have some more.” She then walked towards the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you bring two bowls over? You could have had some with him and chatted,” her sister asked, glancing at Summer’s retreating figure, unable to understand.

“Spencer moved out. He doesn’t live next door anymore.”

“What?”

Her sister quickly came to terms with it. Since they were already together, did it really matter where he lived? It wasn’t his house anyway.

Summer packed some porridge for Spencer to take to the film set.

“Aren’t you going to have some yourself?”

“There isn’t enough. I only made enough for three people.”

“…”

Morning.

In a courtyard studio filled with Ansel’s father’s early paintings, there was a lake in front of the studio, flanked by two steep mountains. The studio was built in an ideal location.

Ansel had returned from the city yesterday and had been in a bad mood ever since, leading to a sleepless night.

He suddenly remembered the man he had seen yesterday at the entrance of Marsh Group-the same man he had seen in the hospital when Bubu injured his foot!

Yes, it was him!

Now they worked for the same company, and the way he looked at Bubu was so suggestive. How could this be tolerated?!

His phone rang, startling him. Ansel picked up his phone and saw his father’s name on the screen.

He quickly composed himself and answered, “Dad.”

“You went out yesterday and have been distracted ever since you came back. What’s going on?” His father’s cold voice came through.

Ansel was startled!

How did his father know??

In the next second, Ansel realized something and looked around the room.

“No need to look around; there are hidden cameras in every corner of the studio,” his father informed him.

Ansel’s chest tightened suddenly!

So every move he made was visible to his father even if he wasn’t physically present in the studio?

His father sighed lightly, his stern tone softening a bit. “Where did you go? Can you tell me?”

Faced with his father’s concern, Ansel’s heart softened, and he answered honestly, “I went to see Agnes.”

“How long have you been secluded? You couldn’t resist seeing her?”

He knew his son liked Agnes-a simple yet smart girl who was excellent in many ways. In such an intellectual family, having such a girl as a daughter-in-law would be very satisfying.

Ansel didn’t answer; he did want to see her; otherwise, why would he have gone out?

His father asked again, “Did you meet her? Did you argue? Why are you in such a bad mood?”

Ansel recounted what had happened yesterday to his father.

His father spoke earnestly, “She is so excellent now; you should become excellent too. First win an award, then get a position at a university. Once your career is stable, everything else will fall into place.”

Hearing this, Ansel had an epiphany and his eyes lit up. He decided to focus on his work and create diligently.