Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Early this morning, another person woke up early-Andrew. He was busy in the kitchen for a long time, and the trash bin was full of fruit peels. Yes, he had specifically bought a lot of fresh fruits last night.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Marsh Group. The prominent company logo shone brightly in the morning light, symbolizing power and dreams. The group’s towering buildings stood in the most prosperous center of Arkpool City, serving as iconic landmarks. The light tea-colored glass walls glistened under the dawn, resembling a crystal palace that held the dreams of countless young people.

When Agnes walked into her office, she saw four cans of fruit on her desk. She was puzzled. Who left these? How did they know she liked canned fruit? There was no message informing her about it. Having already had breakfast, she wasn’t hungry. She put down her bag and turned on her computer, diving into work.

By ten in the morning, she had finished three chapters. No one had knocked on her door or disturbed her. She checked her phone but found no messages. Glancing at the cans on her desk, she picked one up and twisted it open gently. It wasn’t factory-sealed; this wasn’t an original can. She sniffed it; it smelled fresh and was still slightly warm. Was it made this morning?

She took a spoonful of peach and tasted it; the flavor was familiar. She was sure it was Andrew’s handiwork. She ate a few more bites before sending him a text message: “Thank you for the homemade canned fruit; it’s delicious.” She didn’t ask if it was from him; she was certain it was.

In the spacious and bright president’s office upstairs, Andrew was organizing documents when his phone chimed with a text notification. Seeing it was from Agnes, his lips curled into a smile. He had been waiting all morning for this message. Reading her words made him smile even more broadly, and he quickly replied: “I’m glad you like it.”

Agnes didn’t respond again, but Andrew checked his phone more than ten times afterward. Maybe she was eating the fruit? Or perhaps she was busy? One thing was certain: Andrew’s heart was moved by this girl.

He felt happy that she could guess he made the fruit; it touched him deeply and reminded him of when she had been hospitalized with a broken bone.

However, whenever he thought of Ansel, he couldn’t help but worry. This young boy also liked Bubu; did Bubu have feelings for him too? Andrew felt he should act first.

Today on set, as expected, Elisa didn’t see Andrew. Although he had informed her beforehand that he would be returning to the company and wouldn’t come by, Elisa still felt uneasy when she didn’t see him. During breaks, she repeatedly took out her phone, wanting to send him a message but worried about disturbing him if he was busy.

Summer noticed Elisa’s emotions and came over to her. “If you want to call him, just do it! When you’re young, you have to be brave in love.” Elisa’s cheeks flushed instantly-was it that obvious?

Summer smiled and said, “Andrew is still single now. He’s so outstanding and handsome; if he goes back to the company, there will be many female employees lining up for him.” Hearing this made Elisa even more anxious.