Mr. Marsh’s Twins

His hands were tied behind his back with hemp rope all night, causing severe shoulder pain. His legs were tightly bound, with his ankles tied together without any gap. Any slight movement made his skin chafe painfully, possibly even breaking the skin. His mouth was stuffed with a large towel, making his lips feel like they were about to crack. He couldn’t make any sound, and his throat was unbearably dry. This feeling of discomfort and despair was overwhelming. Moreover, he was covered in mosquito bites from the previous night, which itched terribly.

Since being tied up yesterday, he hadn’t seen anyone. He didn’t know who had captured him or their purpose, but he suspected it was a creditor. The sun was already high in the sky, yet there was no sign of anyone coming, nor could he hear any footsteps. He was extremely thirsty and his stomach growled with hunger. Would they really let him starve to death?

As this thought crossed Rupert’s mind, he felt even more hopeless.

The next morning.

Summer requested half a day off from the director, who then informed Spencer. Spencer immediately got up, grabbed a piece of clothing to throw on, and rushed out the door. At that moment, Summer was also leaving her house. Their eyes met, and Summer hesitated slightly upon seeing him in pajamas with a coat thrown over.

Spencer quickly approached her, grabbed her hand without saying a word, and pulled her back into his house, slamming the door shut behind them. “Wait for me; I’ll change clothes quickly!” he said as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Standing in the living room, Summer had no idea what he was up to but patiently waited without leaving. Soon enough, Spencer emerged dressed in formal attire. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not going to the set this morning,” Summer said, her eyes on his handsome face.

“I know; you’re going to the hospital, right?” Spencer replied. “I’ll go with you.”

Summer’s expression darkened.

“Shall we go?” He pulled her arm. “I’ll drive you.”

Summer stopped and pulled her arm away from him firmly. “I don’t want you to come with me.”

“Why not?”

“I’m going to visit a patient, not to upset them,” Summer said bluntly, fearing he might anger someone to death.

Spencer shrugged innocently with his usual calm demeanor. “Summer, can you be more objective? Don’t be so biased. Was it me who made them faint? It was Rupert!”

Summer didn’t want to argue with him and turned to leave.

Spencer followed closely behind her into the elevator and stood beside her as they descended. When the elevator doors opened, he quickly blocked her way out. “I’ll go with you to the hospital; I promise I won’t say anything inappropriate.”

Summer looked up at him as he earnestly vowed, “If I can’t keep my promise or say something wrong, you can ignore me for the rest of your life!”

He added, “I’m going because I want to protect you. Rupert’s mother is very formidable; you’re no match for her.”

The elevator doors opened and closed repeatedly as people outside tried to get in, but Spencer stood there blocking the way without a care.

He waited for Summer’s answer.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Knowing how stubborn he could be and not wanting to cause a scene in front of others, she finally relented. “Alright.”

Only then did Spencer step aside. As Summer walked out, he followed happily like a child. “I’ll drive you,” he offered again.