Mr. Marsh’s Twins

While searching, she discovered a cat museum not far ahead and organized her words. Leaning forward with her phone in hand, she said softly, “Spencer, can you drop me off at the intersection ahead? I have something to do. You don’t need to wait for me; I’ll take a cab home when I’m done.”

Spencer glanced at her while driving. “Where are you going?”

With a smile, she replied, “A museum. I’m looking for some inspiration. It’s just about 200 meters ahead; you can stop there.”

Summer also turned her gaze. “What kind of museum are you going to at this hour?”

“A cat museum. We’re passing by anyway. It’s full of cats, and I want to relax and get some inspiration,” she explained. “You know how we creative types are; when we want to do something, we have to do it. Especially simple things like this that can provide emotional value.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly looked at the man driving and reminded him, “Spencer, stop! It’s the intersection up ahead!”

Spencer began to slow down and steadily pulled over near the intersection. He and Summer could vaguely see the museum sign.

“Do you want us to wait for you?” Spencer asked.

“No need! Don’t wait for me!” Agnes quickly opened the car door and waved at them with a smile. “You guys go on ahead. I don’t know when I’ll be back! I brought my tablet with me; if I’m in the zone, I might stay here and create for a couple of hours!”

She got out of the car, closed the door, and waved again at the people inside. “Don’t wait for me!” Then she turned and left.

It wasn’t raining at that moment.

Spencer glanced at Summer. She stared straight ahead, silent and calm, her thoughts unreadable.

Since she didn’t say they should wait for her sister, Spencer started the car again. At first, he drove slowly, but she still said nothing.

Both Spencer and Summer knew Agnes’s intention; she had deliberately left to give them time alone together.

The night was quiet and pleasant.

It seemed to start raining again, droplets falling densely on the windshield as the car’s wipers activated automatically.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Now it was just the two of them in the car. Some memories refused to stay buried in the corners of their minds, teasing their rationality.

Emerald Bay.

A white sedan and a silver sedan drove into the yard one after another, stopping in front of a large villa.

The rain here hadn’t gotten heavy yet.

The white car door opened, and Rowan and Claire got out together.

The silver car door opened next, and Tristan stepped out from the driver’s seat. Monica extended her hand into the car, helping Eason out as he placed his hand in hers.

Eason had grown taller. He wore a well-fitted suit and had stylishly groomed hair, looking incredibly handsome.

Everyone greeted each other warmly before heading towards the brightly lit living room together.

Eason was very happy; he held his brother’s arm with one hand and his sister-in-law’s with the other, his face beaming with joy.

“Jennifer! Ivan!” Before even entering, his cheerful voice reached the living room.

Ivan and Jennifer came out from a side hall to greet them eagerly. “They’re here!”

As everyone entered, smiles adorned their faces-genuine happiness from seeing each other after some time apart. They exchanged warm greetings and small talk.

There were three pregnant women present, doubling the air of happiness. All that was left was for Spencer and Summer to complete their own circle of joy.