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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1977
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Chapter 1977: Spencer's Jealousy Strikes Again

Why is this man in Summer's lounge? To bring coffee? Exchange pleasantries? Or offer unnecessary kindness?

As footsteps approached, everyone turned to look.

"Spencer, Miss Angel," Harlan greeted them with a smile. His gentle aura and talented appearance were reminiscent of a

refreshing breeze.

Spencer paid him no mind, his displeased gaze fixated on the coffee cup in Summer's hand.

Having witnessed him handing her the coffee earlier, Spencer teased, "We're about to start filming, Mr. Harlan is truly elegant.

Even in his spare time, he offers coffee. | thought you were here to discuss the script."

"Imported coffee beans from overseas. Just ground sin my free time. We've already discussed the script, no need for further

discussions." Harlan maintained his gentle smile, seeming particularly pleased when mentioning Summer.

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Stepping forward, Spencer took the coffee cup from Summer's hand and asked softly, "I thought you didn't like coffee?"

"When did | say that?" Summer stared at him, puzzled.

Spencer purposely reminded her, "Last night, in your living room. You toldyourself that you don't really enjoy coffee."

She pondered for a moment, then fell silent.

Elisa, on the side, was visibly surprised.

Angel and Harlan also focused their gaze on Summer. Last night? Her living room? What's their relationship?

The implications conveyed by Spencer's words were immense... and intentional.

Did Summer bring Spencer home? Elisa regained her composure, she did not mishear! She really didn't!

"So lettaste it for you and see what's so different about the coffee beans he brought back from abroad."

With that, Spencer took a sip of the coffee, seemingly tasting it seriously, then frowned and glanced at Harlan. "Quite ordinary. Not

only does it lack a fresh aroma even when smelled, it has a faint taste of burnt. These coffee beans of yours can't even be

considered fresh."

Without waiting for Harlan to explain, Spencer set down the coffee cup and lightly spoke, "Summer, Miss Angel suddenly had a

pang of conscience. Yesterday morning, she deliberately caused multiple NGs, allowing you to receive several slaps for nothing.

Today, she's here to apologize and suggest that you can reciprocate in the smanner."

Angel was speechless with indignation, unable to refute, just standing there with a pale face in utter embarrassment.

Summer looked at Angel, a bit surprised, but quickly understood from Angel's expression that this was all a result of Spencer's

coercion.

So she looked back at him.

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"I'm sorry, Miss Summer," Angel bowed deeply with sincere remorse. "Please forgive my childish behavior yesterday. | was wrong."

Her attitude was particularly earnest.

So, what happened yesterday? Harlan arrived late, so he was completely confused, but then suddenly realized-Spencer likes

Summer?

It was quite obvious he was standing up for Summer.

Thinking about Angel falling into the water twice last night, Summer was less angry. She expressed, "It's okay. Let's avoid

intentional incidents like this in the future. | hope we can all cooperate harmoniously. We don't need to be friends, but there's no

need to becenemies either."

Her words made Angel feel even more ashamed and a bit remorseful.

Just then, a crew member cover to remind them, "We're heading to the set now, get ready for filming!"

Therefore, thanks to Summer's kindness, Spencer also believed that Angel had learned her lesson and did not persist further.

Making the kind-hearted Summer slap those few times back, Summer certainly couldn't bring herself to do it.

As they left, Spencer glanced at Harlan, his cold gaze carrying a hint of warning and a declaration of authority.