Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1951: Caught

Chapter 1951: Caught

The eyes of the two women exuded a sense of determination, but in Summer's gaze, there was a hint of coldness.

"In the past, I endured time after time because I respected you as my senior, so I didn't expose you," Summer said. "But you shouldn't push it too far."

Angel struggled to free her wrist, surprised at her strength!

After a while, when Angel's arrogance visibly subsided, Summer released her hand. "Don't go around slapping people, it doesn't make you superior."

With that, Summer walked away, not wanting to get entangled any further.

When Summer emerged, she didn't run into Spencer.

Angel, standing in place, stared at her reddened wrist, amazed at Summer's unexpected strength!

Summer didn't even text Elisa. Her entire mood had been disrupted by Angel, hoping today's warning would have some effect on her.

Back at the table, Summer wore a smile, as if nothing had happened. Spencer, a gentleman, sat there sipping tea, seemingly oblivious.

There was no hint of turmoil on his face, but the words she had just spoken to Angel matched her character. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Spencer was feeling more and more familiar with her, the old stubborn and determined Summer seemed to have returned.

"Summer, what is your dream?" Spencer brought up the topic again, wanting to know more about her.

But inadvertently looking up, he saw reporters lurking nearby, cameras aimed at him and her.

Spencer was momentarily stunned, showing no emotional change.

He hadn't arranged for the reporters, but he didn't intervene, or even warn Summer.

"My dream changes with my mood. Do you find that childish?" Summer answered him.

"Not at all, I'm the same way."

Elisa and Andrew seemed to have disappeared, not coming in...

Spencer and Summer chatted for nearly an hour.

The topic Spencer initiated later revolved around the drama "Noodle Couple" and the scenes to be filmed tomorrow...

This way, she wouldn't feel awkward, like there was an ocean in front of her and he had turned on the tap, letting the water flow continuously.

It had to be said that Spencer was a master at conversation, never letting it falter.

If it was a girl he liked, he put in the effort.

As for Angel, she came out claiming to feel unwell, informed the director individually, and left without letting Summer catch on to her relationship with the director or giving this woman any leverage.

When they came out, Elisa had already driven Summer's car away... and Andrew was nowhere to be seen, which puzzled her a bit.

"Let me take you home?" Spencer offered candidly, looking at the girl. "Where do you live?"

Through their recent interactions, Summer's perception of this man had changed.

So, letting him take her home wasn't something she resisted internally.

"It's fine, I'll just take a cab. You must still be busy, and I don't want to delay you too much. That's the truth," she said.

"We're friends. Do you think I'd let you take a cab home alone?" Spencer softly asked, stepping forward to open the passenger door. "Hop in?" Then he smiled at her. "Don't be polite with me."

Meeting his gaze, Summer felt a bit embarrassed to refuse, so she got into his car. "Thank you."

As Spencer helped her close the door, he caught a glimpse of the reporters not far away, still following them, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, he quickly returned to the driver's seat, his face gentle as he asked, "Miss Summer, where do you live?"