Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Ivan took a sip of Pu’er tea, his demeanor truly gentle, completely different from his usual self at the company. His eyes and lips carried a smile as he asked, “Summer, do you have any plans for the future? Will you continue to stay in the entertainment industry?”

The girl had not thought deeply about this question and replied, “Let’s finish this film first. Ultimately, it’s up to the audience to judge my acting skills.” If the feedback was not good, she probably wouldn’t act again.

Ivan was pleased with her answer. Overall, he was in a good mood today, without any airs, just like meeting an old friend. Summer also smiled but felt nervous, so she picked up her teacup and took a polite sip.

“Actually, Spencer is a good kid,” Ivan said with a smile, looking at the girl opposite him. “These years haven’t been as described online. He’s actually quite lonely inside.” He continued, “He has always loved you. I don’t know if you can feel it or understand his feelings.”

“I heard you lost your memory. I think it’s a way to reduce pain. The emotional toll of love can destroy one’s will. If he lost his memory, it might be a relief for him.”

Summer listened politely but felt a bit awkward inside.

“As for Rupert, you’re definitely not going to marry him again. So…” Ivan came straight to the point about pursuing love for his brother. “Would you consider my brother?”

Summer listened politely without interrupting him. She was shocked by his directness and thought this brother was exceptionally good to Spencer.

Summer knew Spencer’s background. If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t have such magnanimity. A half-brother born out of an affair that once caused chaos in the family.

It confirmed the saying that those who achieve great things have great magnanimity beyond ordinary people.

“Actually…” Summer regained her composure and said softly, “I haven’t let him go either. When I regained my memory, I understood what he meant to me. We are now… trying to get back together.”

Ivan was slightly taken aback and asked, “You two are together?”

Summer recalled their conversation in the car last night and nodded, “Yes, we’re trying.” She thought Spencer probably hadn’t had time to tell Ivan yet.

Ivan was pleased to hear this and said, “He invited me to dinner tonight. How about you join us for dinner at my place?” Before Summer could respond, Ivan’s phone rang.

“Sorry, I need to take this call,” he said as he glanced at the caller ID and answered without getting up or avoiding her, treating her like family.

He listened for a while before speaking into the phone, “We can’t evaluate this project; its prospects aren’t good. Besides, if it’s in Indonesia, I wouldn’t consider it.” He had no interest; his wife was pregnant and he didn’t want to travel.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After a while, Ivan added, “I don’t care about his industry reputation; it’s too demanding. If we invest in other projects, we’ll see returns faster.” He concluded with, “Alright then,” and hung up.

During the call, Summer watched him intently while holding her teacup. This man truly exuded charm; his demeanor couldn’t be replicated by any male actor-it was innate.

No wonder so many women wanted to marry him back then.