Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Ansel returned to his studio in a foul mood after being snubbed. He no longer felt like creating, pacing restlessly around the room. He had thought he could surprise her; after all, they hadn’t seen each other for so long. Don’t girls like flowers? She could keep them in her office as decoration, and it wouldn’t cost anything. Why did she reject them?

Ansel felt a growing distance between him and Bubu. He regretted his impulsiveness today, feeling the gap widening. The image of Andrew heroically rescuing her at the company entrance haunted him, making him see Andrew as a rival.

In the evening, after wrapping up at the film set, Summer’s classmate asked to discuss something with her. She informed Spencer before leaving. This small gesture made Spencer feel valued in her life, filling him with joy.

Driving home, Spencer was in high spirits, a smile constantly playing on his lips. The setting sun illuminated his face, accentuating his chiseled features.

He hadn’t visited the club to check on the kids’ training for some time and wondered if they were doing well. Having focused all his attention on Summer recently and now having won her love, he decided to drop by the club.

At the next intersection, Spencer changed his route.

Half an hour later, at the club, Weston greeted him at the entrance. As they walked inside, Weston got straight to the point, “Boss, when are you planning to return that tiny apartment to me?”

“What’s wrong? Can’t get used to living in a big villa?”

“I prefer cozy spaces. I’m afraid if I get too comfortable in your big villa, I won’t want to move out later,” Weston laughed. “Plus, my mom plans to visit me. If I take her to your villa, she’ll never believe it’s not mine! How could I explain having so much money?”

“Boss, now that you’re with Summer, there’s no need for you to stay there anymore. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Boss, can we switch back? Please?”NôvelDrama.Org content.

Spencer found Weston’s arguments reasonable and nodded, “Alright, alright. We’ll switch tonight; everyone goes back to their own place!”

“Thanks, Boss!”

Since they hadn’t moved any luggage during their initial swap, Weston felt relieved. Truly, there’s no place like home for a sense of security.

After work, Agnes returned home and immediately picked up ‘Bubu.’ “Were you bored today? Did you miss Mommy?” She stroked its fur and praised it, “You’ve been so good today; here’s a piece of meat as a reward.”

The little cat was just as happy to see her and wasn’t picky about food at all. “Meow~”

Its walk was adorably wobbly, and even its eating habits were endearing-utterly cute.

Agnes loved sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa with Bubu in her arms and leaning against the sofa cushions-lazy yet comfortable.

She had received several packages that afternoon and hadn’t had time to open them yet.

“What are these?” Her sister came over with a glass of juice. “Don’t tell me you bought more stuff for your daughter?”

“Of course! She’s worth every penny!”

Her sister glanced at her and happily shared, “I bought her a little ladder for climbing exercise and an airline carrier that’s both breathable and well-shaded.”

Her sister sighed and shook her head as she sat down on the sofa. “You rarely buy things for yourself; your pursuit of spiritual fulfillment always outweighs material needs.”

“Would you believe me if I said keeping a cat is also a spiritual pursuit?”

Her sister watched as she gently stroked the cat in her lap, eyes filled with soft affection and a lazy hint of ambiguity in her tone.