Chapter 13

“Spencer——” Simona saw Spencer sitting on the sofa not far away. He casually put his hands on the back of the sofa, with his head against the back, and his eyes slightly closed. The sunshine at noon came in through the transparent front door and hit his face. Simona could clearly see the stubble on his face and the dark circles under his eyes. As he said, he was really tired. Standing in front of Spencer, she had mixed feelings. If she was only Simona, maybe she would fall in love with him and get close to him. Who knew. In other words, if she was still the original Simona, perhaps she would never have any intersection with Spencer all her life. This is fate. There are many things you can't imagine and the future you can't predict. You have no choice but to accept it. "Simona, is he your boyfriend?" Helen straightened her clothes and took a look at Spencer. Then she looked at her and smiled like a cat that had eaten fish. Embarrassed, Simona shook her head at Helen and said, "No." "Simona, I'm sorry. I fell asleep by accident." Perhaps hearing their conversation, Simona looked away and found that Spencer had already woken up. He raised his hand to rub his sleepy eyes and looked at her. She shook her head and asked, "what do you want to eat?" Maria had asked her why she wasn't with Spencer. At that time, she just smiled without saying anything. Only she knew that Spencer was so good that she didn't dare to touch him. As a benefactor or friend, she hoped that Spencer could find her own happiness. Obviously, she was not his happiness. He stood up and looked at him with a beautiful crescent moon. "What do you want to eat?" Simona smiled helplessly, "let's go to the restaurant ahead." They had known each other for more than two years, but they didn't go out for dinner often. Every time Spencer made her soft hearted, she would go out for dinner with him occasionally, and every time she asked him what he wanted to eat, he would ask her in reply. It was sunny outside the shop. Simona gave her hand on the doorknob and asked, "how long will you rest this time?" Spencer looked sideways at her and shrugged, "about one or two weeks." Because of running around, Spencer's skin was healthy wheat color. When his white teeth smiled, they were particularly bright. There were many girls chasing after him, but he had a crush on Simona. She nodded and didn't continue. At noon, the sun was shining brightly. Simona held a sunshade in her hand, and Spencer held the umbrella. Before she opened her mouth, he explained, "let me do it. I'm taller." Simona nodded and accidentally touched the back of Spencer's hand when she loosened her grip. The scorching temperature made her face a little hot. Spencer's eyes fell on her, as hot as the sun above her head. Simona felt a little flustered and looked away at the street in the distance. Along the way, the two of them tacitly kept silent. It was not the first two times that Simona had dodged him like this. Every time Simona had an ambiguous attitude, she had turned a blind eye to it. Later, the two of them tacitly maintained proper silence when they encountered such an ambiguous and embarrassing moment. Spencer didn't want to lose the qualification to stand by her side, while Simona just wanted to deceive herself that she wouldn't be tempted. How could she not be moved? Every time she was tired and desperate, she wanted to compromise when she saw the Spencer, but every time she wanted to say it, she could wake up in time.