“I knew it…” Agnes held a yogurt, staring at her sister’s back. “I’ve been feeling something odd between you two. What happened? When you were in the hospital, he visited and even peeled apples for you. How did it turn into a fight?”


    “We didn’t fight. Just give it to him.” Summer stopped and turned around. She didn’t want to admit she was wrong; she was a stubborn and proud girl.


    In some ways, she and Spencer were alike.


    “Okay,” Agnes agreed.


    What was so special about this yogurt? It wasn’t something you could buy at the supermarket.


    As Summer walked into her bedroom, her mood suddenly felt heavy for no particr reason. She couldn’t shake off the feeling. Maybe she shouldn’t have said those things to Spencer… her tone was harsh and hurtful.


    For some reason, Spencer lingered in Summer’s mind, making her feel uneasy and restless. Since this man appeared, many rhythms of her life seemed disrupted. Things were different from before.


    The doorbell rang in the next room. Spencer stood at the bathroom sink, washing his face. He heard the doorbell but had no desire to answer it, no matter who was outside.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    However, Agnes noticed the door was ajar and gently pushed it open with the yogurt in hand.


    Spencer heard footsteps outside and turned to look towards the bathroom door.


    “Spencer?” Agnes called his name softly as she stepped inside, her eyes falling on a bouquet of roses on the table. The flower arrangement looked just like their mother’s work, and the wrapping film and ribbon seemed familiar… She took a couple of steps closer and saw the logo on it. Flowers from their own shop!


    Spencer came out of the bathroom, surprised to see his sister there.


    Holding two bottles of yogurt, Agnes turned and exined, “The door wasn’t closed, so I came in.” She extended one bottle towards him. “My sister brought this yogurt back from Nanshan Grasnd for you.”


    Spencer’s eyes fell on the yogurt in her hand as he took it without saying anything, just looking at the bottles.


    “What happened between you two? I felt something was off during dinner. Did you fight?” Agnes’ gaze scrutinized his face like a searchlight, seeking answers here since she couldn’t get them from her sister.


    “No,” Spencer smiled gently. “Thank your sister for me.” At that moment, he felt a bit happy inside.


    Agnes nced at the flowers on the table, recalling what their mother had said earlier that afternoon about a ssmate visiting their shop. Suddenly, she connected the dots.


    “Did you go to my house?” Agnes looked at him with furrowed brows, realizing something was off. “Are you the ssmate my mom mentioned? How are you ssmates with my sister? Why did you go to my house? Who exactly are you?”


    A girl who drawsics is as meticulous as one who writes novels. Any slight anomaly is easily sensed and deeply pondered over.


    Facing Agnes’ serious expression and determined eyes, Spencer was ready to exin himself.


    Agnes stared at him and asked word by word, “Why do you call Ansel ‘Rupert Brightwood’?” She found it terrifying!