Mr. Marsh’s Twins

At that moment, someone knocked on the front door.

When Summer opened the door, she found a man with a toolbox standing outside. She was slightly puzzled. “Hello, who are you looking for?”

“Is this Miss Summer’s home?” the man replied. “I’m here to install surveillance cameras for her. She mentioned she has a cat and wants to check on it while she’s at work.”

“Alright, please come in,” Summer welcomed him.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

She knew her sister had arranged for someone to install the cameras, but it seemed too early. Actually, it was Agnes who had insisted over the phone last night.

Summer quickly turned to knock on her sister’s bedroom door. “Bubu, are you up? The technician is here to install the camera for your cat! Get up!”

Agnes, with her hair disheveled, was sitting in front of her computer. She snapped out of her thoughts and turned around. “Coming, coming.” She quickly closed her computer, changed her clothes, and put away all signs of sadness before stepping out.

“Install it here!” Agnes was excited. She had cleared out a small balcony last night specifically for this purpose.

Since she had to work and wanted to monitor her cat during the day, the meticulous Agnes decided to install a surveillance camera.

Soon after, the delivery man arrived with the cat bed she had ordered. He too had been urged by her last night.

Summer helped carry several large boxes inside and then joined her sister in unpacking them. “What are all these? So many boxes.”

“I need to prepare everything for living comfortably,” Agnes said happily. “And this isn’t even all of it; these are just the essentials.”

She had arranged her morning work schedule and taken half a day off just for this cat, showing more care than she would for herself.

She didn’t want to inconvenience the little cat even for half a day; she wanted it to eat well and live comfortably.

“I didn’t expect you to like cats this much,” Summer said as she helped unpack the boxes and glanced at her sister. “I thought you just liked them casually, but now I see it’s true love.”

Agnes smiled. “It’s a deep-rooted kind of love.”

How could her sister know that because of one person, she not only fell in love with an animal but also with the words ‘Little Cat’?

Among so many words, she found these two the most beautiful.

“Why hasn’t Ansel contacted you lately? Did you two have a fight?” Summer asked curiously. He used to be inseparable from her.

“No, we didn’t fight.” Agnes took out items from the boxes and assembled them according to the instructions while telling her sister, “He’s been busy lately. His dad locked him in his studio because he’s preparing for a national comic competition with high stakes. If he wins, he can directly teach at a university.”

“His dad isn’t one of the judges again, is he? With his skills, winning should be easy; he’s a genius in fine arts.”

“No, my teacher has a principle: whenever he’s judging a competition, he won’t let Ansel or his students participate.”

“Your teacher is really a good person.”

“Yes, I need to visit him when I have time.”

“I think Mom really supports Ansel pursuing you,” Summer said. “If he gets a university teaching position, she’ll like him even more-stable and respectable job.”

“I’m not thinking about being with him; our relationship is too close. It’s like my left hand and right hand-no romantic feelings at all. To me, he’s just a kid.”

“But he really likes you.”