Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1993: Spencer Enters His Room Again

Chapter 1993: Spencer Enters His Room Again

"Please, there's no need to be polite." With a slight gaze, she turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Summer couldn't understand why she stayed to help him apply the medication. This was something he could have easily done in front of a mirror!

It seems that decisions made in a moment are truly beyond conscious control, quite remarkable.

As Spencer sat on the sofa, he looked down at the ointment in his hand. He couldn't help but smile faintly, even his gaze softened.

The ointment seemed to still hold her warmth, as he gently traced his finger over it, feeling warm inside.

Asking her out to dinner was probably out of the question, she wouldn't agree. So why not just make her a plate of shrimp and send it over!

And so, Spencer picked up his phone and ordered fresh Pacific shrimp flown in. They were a limited edition at a seafood store, and he was lucky to snag them today.

Within half an hour, the delivery was made, a bit pricey but otherwise flawless.

Each shrimp was about the size of his palm, and the meat was delicious.

Without even applying the ointment to his back, Spencer busied himself in the kitchen alone.

Not being able to apply ointment was a lie; he could cook because he grew up without parents, essentially raising himself.

He wasn't delicate and had endured a lot of hardships and injustices. He could do most things others couldn't.

The ointment worked well, and after cooking the shrimp, he looked in the mirror to find that the swelling had significantly reduced since morning, almost as if by magic.

All morning, Summer was at home studying the script, studying the character of Riverflow, and earnestly taking lots of notes.

But in her free time, she felt a bit uneasy, out of focus, and worried about how Angel was feeling now.

What should she do when they meet in a few days?

Despite not doing anything wrong, the kind-hearted Summer felt a sense of guilt for taking someone else's position.

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Should she... talk to Spencer about this? Have him talk to Mr. Marsh? Swap Angel's leading role back?

Therefore, when Summer put down the script and went to find Spencer, the door was knocked, prompting her to answer.

Opening the door, she saw Spencer holding a plate of steaming shrimp outside.

"Let's eat together. I made it myself. Thank you for helping me with the ointment," Spencer said to her. "Since we can't have dinner, I hope you won't refuse a plate of shrimp. I made it myself."

After a moment of thought, she said, "Come in, I happen to need to talk to you." With that, she turned and walked inside.

Hearing that she needed to talk to him, Spencer felt delighted and walked in with the shrimp plate.

He was happy to spend more time with her even for a second.

Summer poured him a glass of water, and Spencer placed the shrimp plate on the table before sitting down. "What did you need me for?" he asked.

Summer handed him the water glass.

"Thank you." He took it and eagerly awaited her request, hoping for more chances to interact with her.

Sitting across from him, the girl looked calm and serious. "I need your help, and you should be able to do it, as long as you want to," she said.

Her expression... didn't seem like an easy request to Spencer.

"Take your time, and let's eat shrimp first." He took a sip of water, set the glass down, and started peeling the shrimp. "The shrimp tastes really fresh today, give it a try."

Feeling like he was deliberately avoiding the topic, she said, "It's not difficult for you at all. It won't be a challenge or involve you in any way."