The sound of vomiting still echoed as Spencer was unable to respond to her words. Standing outside the door, Summer was incredibly anxious. Soon after, the door opened and Spencer appeared with a flushed face, “I… I need to vomit a bit more, you go sit on the sofa, don’t worry about me.” After speaking, without waiting for the girl to say anything, he closed the door again.
Summer raised her hand to push the door but was a step too slow; she was concerned about him. Agnes, while admiring the house, came up behind her sister and pulled her towards the sofa, “Sis.” Then she looked around again and whispered in awe, “I knew he was rich, but I never thought he would be this wealthy.”
Summer remained calm; apparently, his earnings from his last drama were substantial, and the club had always been profitable. Summer didn’t respond to her sister’s comments but looked worriedly towards the bathroom. “Don’t worry, he’s quite sober,” Agnes said. “Throwing up should fix it; he’ll sleep well afterward.”
“Okay,” Summer looked around, “I’ll check the kitchen to see if there are ingredients to make sobering tea.” Saying this, she moved forward.
Agnes tilted her head slightly, her gentle gaze falling on her sister’s retreating figure, feeling somewhat envious of their love. Despite all the twists and turns, they ended up together. Where was her little cat? Where could he be? Thinking of that man who lit up her youth yet whom she had never met, her smile turned bittersweet and a shadow passed through her eyes.
About ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened again. Spencer felt much better after vomiting as if he had cleansed his stomach. When he came out, he only saw his sister-in-law and asked puzzledly, “Where’s your sister?”
“She…” Before Agnes could finish speaking, the sound of Summer’s footsteps approached. They turned to look and saw her carrying a bowl of sobering tea, “Drink this; it’ll help.”
Spencer quickly stepped forward to take it with both hands, “Thank you.” Under the watchful eyes of Summer and Agnes, he drank the bowl of caring tea.
“Stay here tonight,” Spencer suggested to Summer.
Summer smiled and shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head, “No.”
Spencer panicked and quickly explained, “Don’t overthink it; I mean since I drank a lot, having you and Agnes stay next door would be safer. Of course, I don’t need looking after but just in case.”
This made Summer also reluctant to leave. She was a bit worried about him as he looked exhausted and drained from vomiting. “Alright, do you want to take a shower first? Then get some good sleep?”
“Yes,” he nodded happily. “Could you get my pajamas from the wardrobe while I run the bath?”
“Sure,” she was more than willing to take care of him.
Thus Spencer said to the sisters, “Let’s go upstairs then; there’s another bathroom there.” With that, he started walking towards the stairs.
Summer and Agnes stayed close by his side in case his balance faltered.
It felt really good to be taken care of.
The layout and decor on the second floor were especially stylish with no main lights but various light strips casting a warm yellow glow.
“Agnes, you can stay in this room with your sister,” Spencer pointed inside as they passed by. “There’s also a study room with an unlocked computer that you can use anytime.”
“Okay, thank you!” Agnes stopped in excitement; it was her first time staying in such an expensive villa which might inspire her creativity even more as she experienced being its mistress.
“The wardrobe is over here,” Spencer pointed not far ahead as they walked. “I don’t have women’s clothes here; wait a moment; I just called someone; they will deliver soon.”
He said pointing at a row hanging up: “Those are my pajamas.”
Agnes entered the bedroom excitedly; although it was only a secondary bedroom, it was still over a hundred square meters with floor-to-ceiling windows offering excellent views.
The bed must have been two meters wide with white bedding that seemed to exude a sunny fragrance.
Approaching the window, she turned to see an open room on the right which must have been the study Spencer mentioned. The arched doorway allowed a view into a row of bookshelves bathed in warm light.
She stepped curiously into this relatively secluded space which had been arranged very comfortably.
There were two green plants on the desk alongside a computer and several philosophy books and a photo frame.
Agnes couldn’t help but gently pick up the photo frame; it showed her brother-in-law with another man both hugging each other’s shoulders wearing sunglasses with radiant smiles suggesting they were close friends.