Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2099: Helping Her Secretly

This detail caused a hint of suspicion and unease among them. At that moment, Summer opened the bedroom door and stepped out, noticing the front door was open with two elders standing there. She walked towards them with a puzzled expression.

Blocked outside was Spencer, who was not easily intimidated. With a smile, he said calmly, "Summer personally cooked lunch today. To show my appreciation, I went out to buy some peaches. Here they are, washed and ready for her."

His casual words reached both Rupert Brightwood's parents and Summer's ears. The Brightwood parents were shocked. He had lunch here?!

Summer's heart skipped a beat as she hurried to the door. Hearing her footsteps, Spencer looked up while the Brightwood parents turned their heads. "Summer, I washed some peaches for you," Spencer said gently, ignoring everyone else around him, with a smile on his lips. "Would you like to try one?"

Mrs. Brightwood's chest tightened suddenly. She glanced at the man outside and then at the girl beside her.

Summer knew he did it on purpose. The complex looks from the Brightwood elders fell on her face, even Mr. Brightwood appeared puzzled.

The atmosphere grew silent and awkward.

"Thank you," she said, taking four peaches from the plate, hoping he would leave quickly.

Spencer, understanding the situation, withdrew his smile and returned to his side of the hallway.

enter his apartment, feeling uneasy. This young man lived right across from

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asked seriously without taking a peach, "Who

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Brightwood inquired cautiously. "Does he

don't know," Summer replied, meeting the middle-aged woman's gaze and shaking her head. "He's just a

an ordinary neighbor, why did he have lunch here?" Mrs. Brightwood

was here too," Summer explained. "My power went out; he helped fix it. It was lunchtime, and I made plenty of food, so I casually

things to say, she suddenly didn't know how to start. Especially since her

as Mrs. Brightwood was about to say more, Mr. Brightwood put his arm around her shoulder, signaling

down the peaches; let's head

down the peaches and grabbing her bag before following them out

thoughts. As they stepped out of the elevator, she couldn't help but ask again, "Summer, does this man often come over for

"Summer..."