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.

elders watched him enter his apartment, feeling uneasy. This young man lived right across from them. Did he like Summer? It

must

Brightwood, Mrs. Brightwood, would you like some peaches?" Summer

asked seriously without taking a

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a neighbor?" Mrs. Brightwood inquired cautiously. "Does he live alone? Does

replied, meeting the middle-aged woman's gaze and shaking

neighbor, why did

he helped fix it. It was lunchtime, and I made plenty

her with concern. Though she had many things to

more, Mr. Brightwood put his arm around her shoulder, signaling her

put down

setting down the peaches and grabbing her bag

still hadn't recovered from her thoughts. As they stepped out of the elevator, she couldn't help but ask again, "Summer, does this man often come over for meals?" "Not often," she replied. "I don't cook often

"Summer..."