Watching the girl trying hard to sell herself, Spencer furrowed his brows and scrutinized her. “How old are you? Don’t you want to strive for something?”


    “I genuinely like you,” the girl confessed forcefully. “It’s the kind of love at first sight.”


    The man, however, was straightforward. “You’re not the type I like.”


    “I don’t need your affection, and I never thought about being with you for the long term or marrying you. I just want to have a rtionship with you,” the girl expressed her thoughts all at once.


    Spencer’s gaze narrowed as he sat down on the sofa. “Didn’t your mother teach you the right values? If she knew that you, at such a young age, could say such things, would she not p you?”


    The man crossed his legs and nced at her with a sidelong gaze. “Any rtionship should be built on equal and voluntary grounds. What you’re doing is offering yourself, and yet, even when offered, you’re not wanted.”


    As his words fell, a sharp gaze shot toward her. “Take the money and leave!”


    The girl trembled in fear from that look. “I’m sorry for the disturbance.” She quickly turned around and left, having already put the money in her bag.


    In Spencer’s eyes, he had seen many girls like her before!


    No matter how young and tender their looks, he couldn’t muster any interest because their souls were dull.


    He had dated countless girlfriends but found them all boring. Only a few could truly make it to his bed.


    Spencer had high standards for himself in this regard. He wasn’t driven by desire; he… had been wounded in matters of the heart.


    No matter how many women he encountered, there would always be a ce in his heart reserved for the moonlight.


    Every time he thought of that girl, his heart would ache, and his mood would remain restless for a long time.


    At that moment, his phone rang, bringing him back to reality. He snapped out of it, took out his phone, and answered quickly, “Hello, bro.”


    “Want toe over for lunch? My wife and I just got back, and there’s something I want to talk to you about,” Ivan’s voice came through.


    “Sure.”


    Spencer didn’t have much to do today, so he quickly drove to Emerald Bay.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    The lunch spread was sumptuous, and the children had already left, leaving only Ivan, Jennifer, and Spencer. After spending so much time together, their rtionship had be quite good.


    In the modern-style restaurant, crystal chandeliers emitted a soft glow, and sunlight poured in through the windows, creating a tranquil ambiance.


    Ivan opened a bottle of 1982 Lafite. He casually asked, “Spencer, are you still nning to take on TV dramas? Like before, ying the male lead?”


    Sitting in his dining chair, Spencer held his chopsticks and answered while picking up food. “No, I won’t take them anymore.”


    “Why? What if the pay is high?”


    Spencer looked up. “Do you think I need money? I don’t want to act anymore.”


    Ivan didn’t immediately insist. He poured a ss of wine and handed it to him, asking as a friend, “Spencer, have you ever been in a serious rtionship?”


    Seemingly calm words, but they caused ripples in Spencer’s heart. Something shed in his eyes as he nced at Ivan but didn’t give a direct answer.


    “When was your first love?” Ivan sat down in the chair opposite him and asked, observing his expression.


    Spencer frowned. “When did you be so nosy?”


    “It’s not gossip. I’m just curious,” Ivan’s tone was gentle. He didn’t push further because he had already reached a conclusion that there must be a moonlight present.


    As long as it existed, he could find out and cure Spencer’s promiscuous disease. Perhaps, he still needed this Serin person.