“She’ll say you’re causing trouble,” Agnes couldn’t help butugh. “My sister was so angry she was practically fuming. Did you see how she held it in? When she doesn’t speak, it means she’s really mad.”


    “I saw it,” Spencer replied like an honest child. “I came here today just to push things forward.” He handed the pruned roses to his sister and looked up to ask, “What do you think?”


    “You’re adding fuel to the fire. Mom wasn’t prepared for this at all.”


    “She’ll have to be prepared sooner orter. The future son-inw can only be me. As long as I’m here, Summer won’t marry anyone else.”


    Agnes met his gaze and nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, you’re right. But winning Mom’s approval will be tough. Changing girlfriends like clothes and beingbeled a yboy aren’t easy tags to shake off. The inte is full of information about you; you need to clean up your online presence.”


    Right, clean up! Spencer suddenly felt a surge of joy. Why hadn’t he thought of that?


    He spoke calmly, “People change with time and actions. I’ll prove myself.”


    “I want to ask another question, but it might be a bit abrupt and childish since you’re an adult.”


    “It’s okay, ask away.” Spencer treated her like his own sister and would never take offense at her questions; he would answer seriously.


    “Did you… did you ever love those women?” Agnes asked in a whisper only he could hear, looking at him curiously. “They were all very beautiful. Was there anything different for you?”


    “No love, no sleeping together, nothing different,” Spencer answered without hesitation. It wasn’t a perfunctory response but a serious one reflected in his deep eyes.


    No sleeping together? Agnes was shocked.


    Why would he do that then? Did he have some psychological issue?


    Agnes didn’t delve further; she believed Spencer loved her sister and was willing to change for her, so what happened before didn’t matter anymore.


    “Bubu, do you like cats?”


    “…”


    “Your pen name is Bubu Loves Cat.”This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    “Actually… it’s not about actual cats. But if you ask me what my favorite animal is, I can clearly tell you it’s cats.” She even liked the word ‘cat.’ Every time she saw it, she felt a special familiarity.


    So ‘cat’ is a person?


    Spencer looked at her but didn’t ask further; everyone has secrets.


    But she didn’t own a cat. Spencer decided to find the cutest cat for her someday.


    After a while, Summer came out, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Campbell.


    Spencer put down the scissors and stood up. “Uncle, Auntie, Summer.” His voice was gentle and his attitude sincere as he greeted them again.


    “Well…” Mr. Campbell had an awkward smile on his face. “While you’re wrapping bouquets here, your mother and I are going to the Brightwood family to call off the engagement.”


    Summer turned sharply; what was this about? They hadn’t discussed this earlier; were they going now?


    “No,” she said firmly. She knew the Brightwood family’s elders well enough to know her parents would be humiliated if they went alone; selfish people could say anything hurtful. “Dad, Mom, I’ll handle this myself; I’ll call it off personally.”


    “That won’t do,” Mrs. Campbell interjected. “Even if we can’t be inws, we mustn’t lose our manners. Such important matters should involve both sets of parents.”