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"It's been seven or eight years, and their relationship is very stable," Summer's mother said to him. "Young man, what's your name? You must be very close with Summer, otherwise she wouldn't have told you about her wedding."

"Yes, we are quite close," Spencer nodded, his voice gentle. "We occasionally keep in touch."

"Then you're welcome to attend Summer's wedding," Summer's mother said happily. "Our Summer went through a car accident and doesn't remember much from before. Anyone she's still in contact with must be important to her. You're very welcome to come."

Spencer nodded, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. Attend her wedding? The only way he could be at Summer's wedding was if he were the groom.

"Auntie, I'd like to buy a bouquet of roses," he changed the subject. "Could you help me pick one?" He really didn't want to discuss Summer's wedding any further.

"Of course," Summer's mother responded warmly.

As Spencer watched her busy figure, he sipped his juice, lost in thought. His heart felt cold and heavy.

The girl he loved was getting married, and he had no plan.

After finishing his juice, he put down the glass. Summer's mother handed him a bouquet of roses with a beaming smile. "Young man, you don't need to pay for these flowers. Consider them a gift from me. You're giving these roses to someone you love, right? I wish you both happiness and longevity!"

"Auntie..."

still keep in touch with her. You might be the only

He could only smile back at the

bouquet of roses, feeling

visit whenever

drove away, his heart seemed to linger in the flower shop, haunted by the kind and friendly image of

Rupert Brightwood.

name into his

the passenger seat, filling the car with

about Rupert Brightwood. His girlfriend is named Summer. I need all information on Rupert Brightwood and his photos

he

felt both eager and apprehensive about obtaining information

Summer's mother, Rupert Brightwood was quite outstanding... For some reason, Spencer

Marsh Group.

floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze extended towards the distant horizon, watching the clouds drift

His mood wasn't light.

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