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.

half an hour, the delivery was made, a bit pricey but

the size of his palm, and the meat

his back, Spencer busied himself

a lie; he could cook because he grew up without parents, essentially raising

delicate and had endured a lot of hardships and injustices. He

worked well, and after cooking the shrimp, he looked in the mirror to find that the swelling had significantly reduced since morning,

studying the script, studying the

her free time, she felt a bit uneasy, out

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kind-hearted Summer felt a sense of guilt

Marsh wasn't listening to

this? Have him talk

put down the script and went to find

she saw Spencer holding a plate of steaming shrimp

you won't refuse a plate of shrimp. I made it myself." After a moment of thought, she said, "Come in, I happen

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