Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2099: Helping Her Secretly

This detail caused a hint of suspicion and unease among them. At that moment, Summer opened the bedroom door and stepped out, noticing the front door was open with two elders standing there. She walked towards them with a puzzled expression.

Blocked outside was Spencer, who was not easily intimidated. With a smile, he said calmly, "Summer personally cooked lunch today. To show my appreciation, I went out to buy some peaches. Here they are, washed and ready for her."

His casual words reached both Rupert Brightwood's parents and Summer's ears. The Brightwood parents were shocked. He had lunch here?!

Summer's heart skipped a beat as she hurried to the door. Hearing her footsteps, Spencer looked up while the Brightwood parents turned their heads. "Summer, I washed some peaches for you," Spencer said gently, ignoring everyone else around him, with a smile on his lips. "Would you like to try one?"

Mrs. Brightwood's chest tightened suddenly. She glanced at the man outside and then at the girl beside her.

Summer knew he did it on purpose. The complex looks from the Brightwood elders fell on her face, even Mr. Brightwood appeared puzzled.

The atmosphere grew silent and awkward.

"Thank you," she said, taking four peaches from the plate, hoping he would leave quickly.

Spencer, understanding the situation, withdrew his smile and returned to his side of the hallway.

The Brightwood elders watched him enter his apartment, feeling uneasy. This young man lived right across from them. Did he like Summer? It was evident from his eyes. He ate here?

Their relationship must be unusual.

"Mr. Brightwood, Mrs. Brightwood, would you like some peaches?" Summer offered them with a calm smile.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Summer," Mrs. Brightwood asked seriously without taking a peach, "Who is this young man?"

"A neighbor."

"Just... just a neighbor?" Mrs. Brightwood inquired cautiously. "Does he live alone? Does he have a girlfriend?"

"I don't know," Summer replied, meeting the middle-aged woman's gaze and shaking her head. "He's just a neighbor; I haven't inquired much."

"Then... if he's just an ordinary neighbor, why did he have lunch here?" Mrs. Brightwood asked worriedly.

"Agnes was here too," Summer explained. "My power went out; he helped fix it. It was lunchtime, and I made plenty of food, so I casually invited him."

Mrs. Brightwood frowned slightly, still staring at her with concern. Though she had many things to say, she suddenly didn't know how to start. Especially since her son wasn't here...

Just as Mrs. Brightwood was about to say more, Mr. Brightwood put his arm around her shoulder, signaling her to stop.

Mr. Brightwood smiled warmly. "Summer, put down the peaches; let's head out now."

"... Okay," Summer nodded, setting down the peaches and grabbing her bag before following them out the door.

In the elevator, Mrs. Brightwood still hadn't recovered from her thoughts. As they stepped out of the elevator, she couldn't help but ask again, "Summer, does this man often come over for meals?"

"Not often," she replied. "I don't cook often either."

"Summer..."

Mrs. Brightwood wanted to say more but was reminded by Mr. Brightwood's arm around her shoulder not to continue. And so, the topic ended there.

As two soon-to-retire teachers who never paid attention to the entertainment industry and had worked diligently all their lives...

Their car had just driven off when Spencer's car followed behind at a proper distance.

After following them for a while, they finally arrived outside a building complex developed by Marsh Group.

The car stopped; three people got out and walked towards the sales office.

Spencer quickly took out his phone and snapped photos of their backs; capturing their outfits for today was enough even if their faces weren't visible.

After taking the pictures, he sent them out and made a call, instructing in a low voice, "Do not sell any houses to these three people."