Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Don’t turn around,” Spencer said, holding her hand as she reached for her phone. “We can deduct this amount from my bride price later, if it makes you feel better.”

Summer was taken aback by his words. His bride price?

Spencer gave her a lighthearted smile. “What? Do you plan to marry someone else?” He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and then sat up straight.

The rain had noticeably lessened.

Spencer fastened his seatbelt and started the car again.

The Maybach drove towards the city…

Although neither of them spoke along the way, maintaining the same silence as before, the atmosphere had clearly changed.

Spencer played a song in the car, one that seemed perfectly chosen for her. It felt as if it was meant just for her-

Their hearts grew closer.

Nighttime.

Agnes appeared at the Cat Museum with her small backpack. She was young and beautiful, with an infectious smile, looking like a college student.

The museum was large, divided into many sections with simple and cozy decorations, kept clean and tidy.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

There weren’t many customers, mostly young people.

Here, one could learn in detail about cats of different breeds. If a connection was made, one could even adopt a cat to take home.

Each cat in the museum had its own name, with a tag detailing its habits, age, and origin.

Seeing these adorable kittens melted Agnes’s heart and reminded her of something.

She took out her phone to snap pictures of them, thoroughly enjoying the peace and beauty of the moment.

Where was he? Was he okay?

Some walls displayed oil paintings of cats by the renowned Dutch artist Henriette Ronner-Knip.

Agnes had learned about this artist back in school and admired her greatly.

Henriette Ronner-Knip was born into an artistic family in Amsterdam. Influenced by her father, she developed a strong interest in painting from a young age.

Her works often featured various small animals, especially cats. The feather-like brushstrokes and warm colors always deeply moved Agnes; she felt that calling them lifelike didn’t quite capture their essence.

Agnes believed these paintings were alive, infused with all the artist’s emotions and hopes.

Agnes also liked to draw kittens.

As she admired these paintings and photographed them with her phone, she lost track of time, fully immersed in appreciation.

Agnes’s love for kittens stemmed from an online friend she met in her first year of high school. They only communicated via social media but never met in person.

The friend’s username was “Kitten,” and they also loved kittens; their photo album was filled with pictures of them.

He appreciated Agnes’s comics and often liked her posts on social media, sharing his thoughts-he was one of her loyal fans.

They had been close online friends for a long time without ever meeting face-to-face.

But for some reason, in her second year of high school, he suddenly stopped appearing online… Agnes stared at that gray kitten avatar ever since.

She occasionally missed him and sometimes worried about him.