Female NovelChapter 2102: Buying a House 5
Hearing Mrs. Brightwood's enthusiasm instantly extinguished, Summer felt quite guilty. Especially seeing the wrinkles on Mrs. Brightwood's face, watching her go from full of joy to a look of regret while still forcing a smile and apologizing. Summer felt heartbroken; in truth, she didn't want to buy a house at all.
Soon, Spencer, who had been waiting outside for a long time, finally saw the three of them come out, each with different expressions. Summer looked calm, without any noticeable emotions. He observed the faces of the Brightwood family parents from a distance-there was disappointment, regret, sadness, and unwillingness. It seemed they hadn't succeeded in buying the house.
Relieved, Spencer turned his car around and drove away. Rupert Brightwood wouldn't be back for a while, so he couldn't let the Brightwood family elders cause any trouble. If they made any moves, he would have someone keep an eye on them. Spencer felt that the time left for him was running out, but fortunately, he would be with Summer on set tomorrow. Being able to see her made him feel much more at ease.
Mr. Brightwood drove the car while Mrs. Brightwood sat in the back seat with Summer, holding her hand tightly and lovingly. "Summer, I'm sorry for dragging you out without proper arrangements and wasting your time," she said apologetically.
"Mrs. Brightwood, please don't blame yourself. I didn't want to buy a house anyway," Summer expressed her true thoughts once again.
To the middle-aged woman's ears, this sounded like something else entirely. "Oh? Why? Do you not want to marry my Rupert?" This question struck a chord with Summer, but she still answered with a smile. "I think buying a house is a big deal and Rupert should be involved; he shouldn't feel left out." Mr. Brightwood, who was driving, thought her words made sense as well. Besides, finding the right house wasn't something that could be done quickly; he hadn't slept well recently because of this matter and it was time to take a break.
So he voiced his opinion too. "Let's put this matter on hold and wait until Rupert returns."
"Sigh," the middle-aged woman sighed lightly. "But the problem now is that we don't know when Rupert will be back; this has been delayed again and again."
Summer said nothing more. She sat next to Mrs. Brightwood and turned to look out the window; her mood was really downcast.
Mrs. Brightwood's mood was also bad, especially when she thought about Summer's neighbor; she always had a bad feeling about it.
Mr. Brightwood drove Summer back to her apartment without disturbing her rest and then left with his wife.novelbin
Back home, Summer sat down on
the sofa and stared blankly at the four peaches on the coffee table... Her mood wasn't good at all she felt an inexplicable sense of fatigue.
She picked up one peach and looked at it before sighing and taking a bite-it tasted pretty good.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. She looked up and judged the frequency of the knocks
from
that it
should be Spencer rather than
Mr or Mrs. Brightwoodaks
or Mrs. Brightwood who had just feft.
She got up to open the door and sure enough, it was Spencer. "What do you want?" she asked directly from the doorway without intending to let him in; her tone was quite neutral.
Although Summer tried to hide the bitten peach in her hand, Spencer still saw it from outside. He smiled slightly. "Is it tasty?"
"No!" Summer glared at him angrily. "Do you need something?" She was a bit upset because of Spencer's provocation towards Mr. and Mrs. Brightwood.
"Didn't get the house? Feeling down?" Spencer asked thoughtfully as he examined her.
The girl frowned-how did he know she had gone house hunting?