Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2102: Buying a House 5

Hearing Mrs. Brightwood's enthusiasm instantly extinguished, Summer felt quite guilty. Especially seeing the wrinkles on Mrs. Brightwood's face, watching her go from full of joy to a look of regret while still forcing a smile and apologizing. Summer felt heartbroken; in truth, she didn't want to buy a house at all.

Soon, Spencer, who had been waiting outside for a long time, finally saw the three of them come out, each with different expressions. Summer looked calm, without any noticeable emotions. He observed the faces of the Brightwood family parents from a distance-there was disappointment, regret, sadness, and unwillingness. It seemed they hadn't succeeded in buying the house.

Relieved, Spencer turned his car around and drove away. Rupert Brightwood wouldn't be back for a while, so he couldn't let the Brightwood family elders cause any trouble. If they made any moves, he would have someone keep an eye on them. Spencer felt that the time left for him was running out, but fortunately, he would be with Summer on set tomorrow. Being able to see her made him feel much more at ease.

Mr. Brightwood drove the car while Mrs. Brightwood sat in the back seat with Summer, holding her hand tightly and lovingly. "Summer, I'm sorry for dragging you out without proper arrangements and wasting your time," she said apologetically.

"Mrs. Brightwood, please don't blame yourself. I didn't want to buy a house anyway," Summer expressed her true thoughts once again.

left out." Mr. Brightwood, who was driving, thought her words made sense as well. Besides, finding the right house wasn't something that could be done quickly; he hadn't slept well recently because of this matter and it was time to

his opinion too. "Let's put this matter

don't know when

next to Mrs. Brightwood and turned to look out the window; her mood was really

especially when she thought about

back to her apartment without disturbing her rest and then left

peaches on the coffee table... Her mood wasn't good at all; she felt an inexplicable sense of fatigue. She picked up one peach and looked at it before sighing and taking a bite-it tasted pretty

looked up and judged from the frequency of the knocks that it should be Spencer rather than Mr. or Mrs. Brightwood who had just left. She got up to open the door and sure enough, it was Spencer. "What do you want?" she asked directly from the doorway without intending to let him in; her

the bitten peach in her hand, Spencer