Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“I don’t understand the world of cat owners. It seems so troublesome, like giving vaccines and worrying about their health. It’s almost like raising a child, very worrisome.”

“Exactly, not everyone is suited to raise a cat.” Agnes always felt a deep joy when holding ‘Bubu.’

Summer leaned back in her chair and took a sip of juice before speaking. “Ansel called me today.”

Her sister looked up at her, slightly startled, then looked down again to feed the cat. “What did he say?” She seemed uninterested in the boy.

“He’s not in a good state,” Summer said gently, looking at her sister. “It might affect the competition.”

“I can’t provide him with emotional support,” the girl replied honestly. “He came to my office with roses, called me down under false pretenses. How inappropriate is that? During work hours! I’ve told him countless times not to focus on me. It’s never going to happen between us.”

Summer took a deep breath, frowning slightly. She thought to herself how rare mutual affection is in this world.

Night gradually deepened…

The next morning.

Summer woke up early and quietly busied herself in the kitchen.

Agnes, who got up to use the bathroom, noticed the kitchen light was on. She was puzzled, glanced outside-it was still dark-and then at the clock on the wall-it was only 5 AM!

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Agnes rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked towards the kitchen. “What are you doing up so early? Are you hungry?”

“Did I wake you?” Summer asked softly, feeling apologetic.

“No, I just went to the bathroom.”

“Oh, I’m making some porridge for Spencer. He doesn’t like outside breakfast and his stomach was a bit upset yesterday,” Summer said gently.

Agnes nodded. “So it’s a loving breakfast.” She gave a thumbs-up. “You carry on; I’m going back to sleep.”

“Go ahead.”

Agnes turned and headed back to her bedroom.

Time passed by slowly as the sky began to lighten and the kitchen filled with the aroma of porridge.

This wasn’t just any ordinary porridge.

Summer had added chopped apple, pumpkin, and a few red dates to it-ingredients known for their stomach-soothing properties.

She carefully ladled out a bowl and let it cool slightly. The color was appetizing and it smelled wonderful.

After tidying up the kitchen and washing her hands, Summer removed her apron and freshened up just as Agnes’s alarm went off.

“You’re still at it?”

“It’s done.” Summer smiled, looking accomplished. “The porridge is in the pot; help yourself.”

Agnes stretched lazily. “Looks like I’m benefiting from my brother-in-law! Great! I hope we have porridge for breakfast every day!”

Summer carried the warm bowl of porridge and opened the door. She knocked on Spencer’s apartment door next door, guessing he must be awake by now.

A moment later, the door opened. Summer smiled as she spoke. “I made some porridge for you.”

When she looked up and saw who opened the door, Summer was momentarily stunned.

It was Weston, wearing shorts and bare-chested. He woke up instantly upon seeing her and quickly hid behind the door, poking his head out awkwardly. “Summer?”

“You’re here too? Where’s Spencer?” Summer asked with a slight smile, peeking inside. “Is he up yet?”