Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2126: Have We Met Before?

In the misty bathroom, a sense of ambiguity filled the air. Two people, soaked to the skin, were in a beautifully designed bathtub, still wearing their pajamas. Summer gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, using all her strength to support herself. She felt nervous but tried to control her expression.

Spencer placed one hand beside hers and wrapped his other arm around her waist, lifting her soft body. The kiss continued because the director hadn't called "cut." The scene was too beautiful, a kind of beauty that tugged at heartstrings and was rarely captured so perfectly. It was suitable for broadcast, and the audience would likely love this kiss.

Spencer closed his eyes and kissed her passionately. Summer's mind gradually went blank. She closed her eyes too, not daring to look at him. Vague images began to surface in her mind, bringing a long-lost sense of familiarity.

The images were unclear-a boy and a girl-but they mesmerized her. Summer's lips were cool like a spring, making Spencer lose himself. He kissed her repeatedly, feeling her breath quicken and her heartbeat accelerate.

At that moment, Spencer wasn't in character; he was just Spencer, kissing her out of instinct. The girl he was kissing wasn't Riverflow; she was his beloved Summer, his hidden muse. He wanted to warm her lips and awaken every dormant cell in her body.

It seemed that if he could heat her up with his kiss, the black hole in his heart would no longer hurt. As long as the ending was beautiful, what did ten years of searching and waiting matter? All those sleepless nights, burning drinks, and tears of regret and longing would be worth it.

"Okay, that's great! Perfect shot!" The director's words snapped Spencer back to reality. His heart sank as he was pulled back from his thoughts.

As he gently broke the kiss, a sense of loss enveloped him. He knew he was Tristan now, not Spencer. Summer lay in the bathtub beneath him, finally able to catch her breath. They gazed into each other's eyes from a close distance.

In that moment, Summer felt an inexplicable familiarity as she looked at his handsome face. "Have we... met before?" she asked softly.

That wasn't part of the script! Spencer's breath hitched as he looked at her deeply, a complex joy flashing through his heart. Had she remembered something?

Just then, the photographer

approached them. "That's good; this shot turned out great. The water must be cold by now. Spencer, helpContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Miss Summer up so she doesn't catch a cold."

Spencer glanced at him before turning back to Summer. She also came back to reality. Spencer stood up and helped Summer out of the water carefully. "Be careful," he said.

With Spencer and the

photographer's assistance, Summer stepped out cautiously and put on slippers Her thin nightgown clung to her body, outlining her curves and making her feel embarrassed and a bit lost.

After stepping out, Spencer quickly grabbed a towel and draped it over her shoulders to absorb the water. The towel was large like a cloak.

"Thank you," Summer said gratefully as she wrapped herself in it. Her cheeks were still slightly red as she walked away.

For some reason, she didn't dare look directly into Spencer's eyes. The large towel enveloped her entire body down to her knees.

Once she stepped out, Elisa quickly joined her side and led her towards the dressing room. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine," she replied. On the contrary, she felt very hot; every drop of blood in her body seemed to be boiling.