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.

across from them. Did he like Summer? It was evident from his

must be

some

seriously without taking a peach,

to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

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

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

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

fix it. It was lunchtime, and

with concern. Though she had many things to say, she suddenly didn't know

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

down the peaches;

down the peaches and grabbing her

help but ask again, "Summer, does this man often come over for meals?" "Not often," she replied.

"Summer..."