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.

delivery was made, a bit

of his palm, and

his back, Spencer busied himself in

a lie; he could

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

the shrimp, he looked in the mirror to find that the swelling had significantly reduced since morning, almost as if by

morning, Summer was at home studying the script, studying

uneasy, out of focus, and worried about how Angel was

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not doing anything wrong, the kind-hearted Summer felt a sense of

Marsh wasn't

she... talk to Spencer about this? Have him talk to Mr. Marsh?

Summer put down the script and went to find Spencer, the door was

door, she saw Spencer holding

dinner, I hope you won't refuse a plate of shrimp. I made it myself." After a

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