Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)

Chapter 1941: Spencer's Caution

Adelaide calmly considered the situation and said to her, "Let's remain calm for now and refrain from taking any action. Let's observe for the time being."

Angel remained silent, concerned about her position as the leading lady.

Seeing Angel's worry, Adelaide reassured her, "There's no reason to replace you now. Your performance today impressed the director and producer. Summer is simply a newcomer, don't think Spencer supporting her with a few words poses a threat to you."

She then added, "Spencer might not be supporting her, but rather Mr. Marsh."

With this assurance, Angel felt less anxious and gradually regained her confidence.

There was no need to feel pressured in front of Summer, no matter how beautiful she may be. She was not a goddess!

In the hall, the reporters had already dispersed with Spencer, eager to dig up more news from him, as he was the key to generating traffic.

"Let's go as well," Elisa said as she linked arms with Summer and looked at her.

The girl snapped out of her thoughts, smiled, and replied, "Okay."

They walked out, and unexpectedly Spencer had resolved everything for her, something she hadn't anticipated.

Outside the hall, they noticed several reporters blocking Spencer's car, holding microphones for an interview.

"Spencer, Summer is just a new actress, as a movie emperor, are you showing special favor to her? Do you have feelings for her?" "Spencer, will she be your next girlfriend?"

"Spencer, are you single now?"

Spencer had no intention of discussing matters of the heart or his past relationships, and any topic related to Summer would prick him. Accidentally, Spencer's gaze shifted and caught sight of the two girls coming out of the hall.

Summer also looked straight at him, about seven to eight meters away. Their eyes met, and she had heard the reporters' questions. Quickly diverting his gaze, Spencer faced the reporters and patiently replied, "I'm only doing what is just, devoid of any emotions."

He then opened the car door, swiftly got in, and chose not to respond to any further questions from the reporters.

Andrew followed suit, addressing the reporters, "Sorry, but Spencer doesn't like to entertain such boring questions. Please refrain from asking in the future."

With that, he closed the car door, and shortly after, the car drove off.

Summer found it hard to imagine that he was a man who changed partners as easily as changing clothes in relationships.

Based on their interactions today, discussing the script together, him speaking on her behalf in front of the director, and helping her handle the tricky questions from the journalists, he was completely different from the person she had seen online.

Was there possibly two souls inhabiting the same body?

In the departing Maybach, Spencer peered out at the sky through the car window, the sunset looked beautiful today.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that summer many years ago.

On the vibrant school campus, he jogged with her along the track as the sun set, discussing dreams and the future together.

Her smile was so sweet, so beautiful, and her eyes were captivating with their light amber hue, as if there was a vortex within them.

There was a faint fragrance emanating from her, and he curiously asked, "Summer, what brand of perfume are you wearing?" "I'm not wearing any perfume."

"But I can smell a subtle fragrance coming from you," Spencer earnestly remarked.

Summer reiterated that she truly wasn't wearing any perfume.

It wasn't until many years later that Spencer stumbled upon a study in the news, suggesting that if you truly love someone, you can smell a distinctive scent emanating from them.