Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1952 - Taking Her Home

Chapter 1952 - Taking Her Home

"Living in Eastbury, should I set up the navigation for you?" she said, taking out her phone, "It's not too far away."

"I know where it is," Spencer replied.

Because a club buddy lived there, and two nights ago when he was drunk, it was Spencer who drove the kid home. Spencer asked, "Which entrance do you usually use to get closer?"

How many entrances did he know?

It seems like he is very familiar with the place, doesn't really need navigation.

"The third corner," Summer glanced at him, "Although it's more convenient for me, but it's not easy to get in with a car, so just stop here."

"No problem," Spencer had an idea in his mind, so he inquired, "Did you buy a house there?"

"Yes," Summer wasn't guarded, as it wasn't a very private matter.

And Spencer didn't ask any further, he didn't show much interest in getting to know her along the way.

Even though she was so close to him now, Spencer's love for her was so strong, almost uncontrollable.

But true love is about restraint, it makes people cautious, sometimes even like a different person.

To avoid any embarrassment, he played a random song in the car -

"My appearance while waiting is not clear. Using my skin to feel the direction you are heading, you could actually take away the sunlight. I've mindlessly followed excessively."

"Like the wind, you approach until the clouds descend, you roll up thousands of layers of waves. I don't hide even though I rush in…. You're just like the wind, rustling when attacking, then announcing the return of clear skies, as if we never loved each other…" NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Spencer felt it was quite fitting, but Summer might not understand.

As Spencer drove, he listened carefully to the lyrics, feeling a slight pain in his heart, wanting to look at her, yet afraid of being noticed.

As the sky grew dark, the bright moon shone in the sky, sprinkled with stars, the temperature gradually rising.

Summer looked at the night view of the city, the sparkling lights were hazy and beautiful, and she couldn't help but think of Angel again.

So, did Angel see her dining with Spencer?

Will it end up in the hands of the journalists tomorrow?

Summer was naive, even though she saw the director with her, she didn't think too much about it.

She thought it was just a simple discussion about the script, after all, she and Spencer had no relationship at all, just having a meal together.

Soon, Spencer drove the car into the front gate.

"How did you get in?" Summer was a bit surprised, why was she allowed in just now? She was thinking of greeting the security guard.

Spencer just gave her a light smile, "Where do you live?"

The girl quickly recovered, pointing forward with her hand, "Just stop there."

The car stopped steadily where she indicated, Spencer looked at her, "Goodnight, Summer."

The girl turned her head at the sound, gave him a slight smile, "Goodnight." Then she unfastened her seat belt, "Thank you for taking me home."

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner." He quickly replied, smiling.

The girl said, "Then I thank you for helping me yesterday!"

"So, we're friends now, no need to thank each other anymore, it's a busy day tomorrow, get some rest." Spencer was happy to talk to her a little more.

"Okay."

Summer got out of the car, and after closing the door, she bent down to wave to him through the car window, "Goodbye, drive safely back." It was not a special concern, just politeness.

Spencer smiled at her, then watched her walk towards the unit door. Looking at the familiar figure in his memory, he leaned back in the seat, a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of his lips, his heart was as sweet as honey.

He hadn't been this happy in a long, long time... genuinely happy, every cell in his body was jumping.

If the past self was like a walking shell, the current Spencer was completely alive.