Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2165: Thank You, Brother

In the adjacent room, the not-so-spacious living room was brightly lit. Spencer sat on a small chair by the coffee table, writing a self-reflection with a fountain pen. He didn't dare to be careless with what his brother had instructed.

"Brother, I'm sorry. My impulsiveness has caused you trouble and affected the progress of the script shooting..."

After writing this sentence, he looked at it again and felt it wasn't good enough-it seemed too superficial, like a daily log. So he crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the nearby trash bin. By now, there were at least a dozen such paper balls in the bin, some even overflowing onto the floor.

The place was a mess.

"Brother, I was wrong."

He wrote these four words on a new sheet of paper and stared at the torn notebook for a long time, unsure of how to continue. He needed to write ten thousand words... it was daunting. But as he wrote, his thoughts drifted back to Summer, making it impossible to focus.

This led to the current situation-his mind full of Summer, unable to write his reflection.

Until there was a knock on the door. Spencer looked up abruptly-could it be Summer? He quickly got up to open the door, still holding the pen in his hand, not caring about the mess by the coffee table. He was eager to see her. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

door with joy, he saw a tall man

bit surprised and retracted his smile. "What are

his expressions. Spencer noticed the white envelope in Ivan's hand and stepped aside.

Ivan walked in.

regretted it when he turned

was too late to clean up

stood by the

the trash

to pick up the notebook,

inside but maintained a straight face. He handed over the envelope and said softly,

joyful smile spread across his handsome face. "Thank you, brother!" He excitedly took

him calmly and said, "I'll leave now. Take your

spare

like an excited

last words, eagerly pulling out

not to disturb him further. His gaze briefly swept over

walked out-was writing a