Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2130: Trouble is Brewing Again

She gently pulled back from the kiss, her entire weight still pressing on him, and surprisingly, the director didn't call cut! What were the next lines again? Summer was a beat slow in reacting, trying to recall, "Tristan, I miss you." She said pitifully, pouting with a touch of playfulness.

Spencer was delighted upon hearing this. His eyes lit up with affection, shining as if stars were twinkling within them. When she was by his side, Spencer's entire world felt complete. Lying on the couch, he held her hand and pulled her up with a sit-up; his core strength was impressive.

"Riverflow." Sitting beside her, Spencer affectionately smoothed her long hair. Summer, he silently called her name in his heart and then said, "Meeting you has been the luckiest thing in my life. Every minute and second without you feels like an eternity."

"Then why don't you text me?" The girl asked directly, anticipating his answer.

"Afraid of disturbing you, afraid you might be busy, afraid you'd find me annoying," he said deliberately in an especially gentle tone.

"But do you know that I'm actually waiting for your messages all the time?"

He turned to hug her, "Love you, Riverflow." Love you, Summer, he said to her in his heart. Just this kind of physical contact, feeling her breath, made him feel incredibly satisfied.

The director was also very pleased with this scene. "Okay! Perfect!" The director stood up. "Mid-break! Let's eat first! We'll resume at 2 PM sharp!"

Spencer reluctantly let go of Summer, still looking at her with eyes full of love. This yearning yet unattainable feeling was truly a kind of torment.

The most frustrated person on set was Harlan. Since today's scenes were primarily about the male and female leads' kissing scenes, he had nothing to do. Because he liked Summer, he had been hanging around for quite a while. He overheard some discussions about Summer being Spencer's rumored girlfriend, which made him very angry; it would only be a disaster. Why would a playboy like Spencer mess with such a good girl like Summer?

Elisa accompanied Summer for lunch. On set, they usually had boxed meals but they were quite plentiful. Andrew and Spencer were also eating together.

Andrew asked him, "What's the situation? If Summer asks you for the third time whether you knew each other before, how will you answer?"

Spencer chewed his rice, looking a bit confused. After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Andrew. "What about you? How would you answer?"

Their eyes met. Andrew knew he wasn't joking; he was seeking advice. Seeing the seriousness in Spencer's eyes, Andrew replied, "I... how would have an answer for such a thing? If you tell her the truth, will she believe it? If she believes it, does she still have feelings for you? She lost her memory; she has no feelings now, right? If there are feelings left, there would also be some resentment andContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

misunderstandings accumulated over so long; explaining everything clearly in just a few days seems impossible."

"Then let's first find evidence against Rupert Brightwood," Spencer thought of that man and felt uneasy.

"This matter needs to be expedited. Convincing Summer to believe your evidence will also take time and process."

"..." Thinking about this made Spencer particularly upset.

After lunch, Elisa asked Summer, "Do you want to take a rest?"

"No need; I'll review the script." Summer wasn't very familiar with the upcoming scenes because they were being shot intensively with

significant emotional spans; immersing herself completely was challenging.

"Then find a quieter place; those rooms over there are empty." Elisa pointed.

"Okay."

Elisa initially intended to accompany her but was called away midway. "I'll come over in a bit."

"It's fine; you go ahead." Summer walked forward alone.

As she turned the corner and hadn't walked far yet, several short-haired girls blocked her path not far ahead Each crossed their arms and looked at her menacingly. "Are you Summer?" one of them asked with raised eyebrows and displeasure.