When Spencer’s phone chimed with a text notification, he quickly grabbed it to check the message. It was indeed from Agnes! She must have seen it! However, the text contained only one line,pletely unrted to the picture he had sent:


    “My sister doesn’t want to marry him anymore.”


    At first nce, Spencer thought he had misread it. He carefully read the line again, word by word. His heart suddenly filled with joy! But he didn’t reply; he put his phone down andy back on his bed, too happy to sleep. Even with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth were lifted in a smile. He didn’t ask for a reason; he didn’t need one!


    The trash bin in the living room was already overflowing with discarded drafts, and the light was still on. After a while, Spencer, in high spirits, returned to the living room. He sat down at the coffee table and picked up his pen again.


    “Brother, thank you…”


    He began writing a letter of self-reflection, sincerely thanking Ivan and deeply contemting his own mistakes. Not only did he recount them, but he also offered heartfelt apologies, frequently using phrases like “I’m sorry” and “Thank you.” As he wrote, everything flowed smoothly; emotions poured out naturally, and there were no spelling errors. The words kepting… more and more.


    Unknowingly, this letter of self-reflection turned into a letter to his brother. Every sentence was an outpouring of Spencer’s true feelings.


    Night gradually deepened…C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    The next morning.


    When Summer opened the door, she saw Rupert standing outside holding arge bouquet of roses.


    “Good morning, Summer,” he said with a smile. Dressed in a suit and looking affectionate, it was as ifst night’s unpleasantness had never happened.


    Summer was taken aback; she hadn’t expected this at all.


    At the same time, Spencer opened his door across the hall and witnessed Rupert holding the flowers. Since their doors faced each other, Summer’s gaze passed over Rupert’s shoulder and met Spencer’s deep eyes.


    She quickly looked away and focused on the man with the flowers in front of her. “I have to go shoot a scene,” she said calmly.


    “Summer, give me half an hour,” Rupert insisted as he stepped forward, almost knocking her over. When she stumbled slightly, Rupert grabbed her and pushed her inside before closing the door behind him.


    Spencer’s chest tightened as he stared at that door with a cold and somber look.


    Inside, Rupert ced the flowers on a nearby table and reached for Summer’s shoulders to kiss her. Frightened and instinctively feeling desperate, she resisted. “What are you doing? Rupert!”


    Just then, Agnes opened her bedroom door loudly enough to startle Rupert! He stopped his aggressive actions and looked at Agnes in disbelief-his sister was here?


    Yes, his sister was here; he had overlooked this detail…


    “Rupert,” Agnes took a few steps forward. “Can you talk properly?” She still held her phone; Spencer had just texted her.


    Rupert regained someposure and stepped back. “Agnes, go back to your room and change your clothes; you’re still in your pajamas.”


    Realizing she wasn’t wearing undergarments, Agnes quickly covered her chest with her hands and turned back to her bedroom. She mmed the door shut!


    Her earlier exit must have changed the situation; with a third person in the house now, Rupert wouldn’t dare act recklessly.


    Summer was genuinely frightened by him and watched him warily.


    “Rupert, whether you agree or not, I’m breaking up with you. I will return all the betrothal gifts your family gave us,” she said firmly.


    “Summer, why won’t you leave any room forpromise?” Rupert pleaded. “You said there was no love; you said we didn’t spend enough time together. But I’m back now! We’re still young; we have plenty of time!”