“Yes.” Summer admitted again. She was someone who followed her own heart. She only wanted to please herself and didn’t like to procrastinate. She had been waiting for him toe back.


    Rupert grew anxious, clearly hearing it twice! His emotions were as intense as his mother’s. Pointing towards the door in disbelief, he questioned, “Is it because of that man just now?!”


    This was his attitude upon returning home to face his girlfriend. Human nature is truly unfathomable; when money is involved, emotions seem to vanish. If it were true love, shouldn’t there be an effort to stay together?


    Summer felt disheartened too. She spoke slowly, “Of course not. It’s because of our different views, our distance, and because we don’t really understand each other. We haven’t even had a proper rtionship.”


    Rupert didn’t agree with this exnation. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her, “Summer, we are already engaged! Look at your attitude! You just entered the entertainment industry and are already secretly meeting others and want to break off the engagement!”


    “Rupert, I don’t want to argue with you. I just want tomunicate properly.” The girl looked at him with soft eyes. The angry man in front of her seemed so unfamiliar.


    Meeting her gaze, Rupert suddenly regained hisposure. He couldn’t anger this woman. Yes! He couldn’t lose her! He had to cate her and get married! That way, the demolitionpensation would be joint property.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    “Sorry, Summer. I just love you too much, so… so I lost control of my emotions. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” His tone was soft and submissive as he apologized.


    Summer watched him sit down on the sofa opposite her. She remained calm as if everything was within her expectations.


    Rupert sped his hands together at his nose, trying to suppress his excitement. “Summer, I don’t want to argue either. I came back from far away without even going home first; I came straight to see you because I missed you.”


    She didn’t feel touched by his words. He had gone to see Agnes first.


    Meanwhile, in the neighboring apartment, Agnes and Spencer were also sitting on a sofa. Agnes hugged a pillow as she leaned back, staring nkly at the man opposite her; he seemed equally troubled.


    His medicationy on the coffee table.


    Silence… a deathly silence.


    Spencer couldn’t understand it. Hadn’t his brother intervened? How did Ruperte back? Wasn’t he supposed to be dyed?


    “Don’t visit my sister recently,” Agnes said softly, looking at him. “And don’t discuss scripts at home; give her some space.”


    “Sister,” Spencer looked up at her, cing his hopes on her. “What do you think? Do you think your sister loves Rupert? Do you think Rupert can bring her happiness?”


    “I…” Agnes recalled the conversation in the taxi today about the demolitionpensation and felt inexplicably repulsed.


    “You might as well speak frankly,” Spencer urged sincerely. “Just like how I never hide anything from you.”


    “My sister might… not love him that much.”


    Agnes wasn’t entirely sure either; after all, it’s someone else’s rtionship-how could an outsider truly understand?


    This answer brought somefort to Spencer.


    Reflecting on recent years, she tried to express appropriately, “He might have loved my sister more in the past; these recent years… they haven’t spent much time together.”