Mr. Marsh’s Twins

But his attitude was sincere. He said with deep affection, “I’ve been carrying this ring with me ever since it was custom-made. I haven’t rashly proposed because I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment.”

Summer looked down at him, feeling slightly embarrassed as she wasn’t mentally prepared and didn’t expect him to be here.

As soon as he finished speaking, Spencer turned his gaze to the elders of the Campell family behind him. Then he looked at Agnes standing to the side, and finally, his eyes returned to Summer. “I think now is the perfect time because all your closest people are here with you.”

Mrs. Campell saw a hint of sincerity in his demeanor. From the moment this man walked in carrying two bottles of white wine, her impression of him had improved.

Thus, Mrs. Campell did not stop the proposal.

The small shop was filled with flowers, warm yellow lights, and a romantic atmosphere permeated by the scent of blossoms.

Spencer looked at the girl he loved standing before him and confessed, “Summer, although I am many years late, I am still happy about our reunion. I may not have much to offer you, and it may not be what you need, but I want to give you my purest love.”

In such an atmosphere and hearing such words, Summer was naturally moved. She loved him as deeply as he loved her…

Having missed so many years, how could Summer not want to seize every moment now?

Mrs. Campell was also touched because Spencer’s words were genuine; he seemed different from his online persona.

Mr. Campell had already agreed in his heart that they should be together. Ever since Mr. Marsh visited and said those things, they had given it deep thought. With such an outstanding brother, it would be hard for the younger one not to be excellent too; he couldn’t be that bad.

Many things might just be superficial; seeing is believing, and one should trust their own feelings. No matter how bad someone is, if they haven’t wronged them directly, it doesn’t count as bad.

Sometimes fate is unstoppable; strong opposition only adds unnecessary trouble for young people.

Their marriage to Rupert was their decision, and it turned out to be a mistake. So this time, they decided to let Summer make her own choice-as long as she was willing.

“Summer, marry me,” Spencer said again as their eyes met.

Summer regained her composure and slowly looked towards her mother sitting on the stool, knowing that she was the one who opposed it most strongly and couldn’t ignore her feelings.

Mrs. Campell withdrew her gaze and looked at her husband sitting across the table.

Through their conversations over the past few days, Mr. Campell understood his wife’s thoughts; she wasn’t adamantly opposed but was more worried about their daughter nearly falling into a trap. As parents, their concern for their daughter outweighed everything else.

“Summer,” Mr. Campell stood up and walked over to the young couple. He looked at Spencer kneeling on one knee and then at his daughter who was as tall as himself. “Don’t worry about what your mom and I think,” Mr. Campell said democratically to his daughter. “We respect your choice.”

Spencer felt a mix of surprise and deep emotion upon hearing this.

Summer was slightly stunned; her mother had clearly been strongly opposed. She turned her gaze back to her mother sitting on the stool.

Mrs. Campell knew her daughter wanted an answer and cared about her opinion.

“Summer,” Mrs. Campell also stood up and then looked at Spencer. Agnes stood nearby with bated breath, not daring to make a sound as she awaited the outcome.

“Summer, Spencer,” Mrs. Campell said gently, “Marriage is between the two of you. As long as both of you are willing, your father and I are ready to see our daughter get married anytime.” As she finished speaking, a loving light appeared on her face as she looked at both of them.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org