Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1882: Dream

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"Uncle, are you busy?" Alfie's cute voice came through, with a hint of coyness in his question.

"Not at all," Spencer leaned back in his chair, casually grabbing a pillow and placing it on his lap, a relaxed smile on his face. "What are you up to? Have you been studying well lately? Did you finally remember to give me a call?"

"Yes, I've been studying a lot. I've really missed you, you know? Can you play a game with me?" The little guy issued a direct invitation, with the last sentence being the key point.

Spencer asked, "Now?"

"Yes, my classmates are all too weak, not fun at all, they're no match for me."

"Thanks for thinking highly of me, young master Alfie." Spencer readily agreed, "Let's connect then."

"Alright!" The little one was especially happy, "Uncle, I'll hang up now! Don't go easy on me, we're going to have an epic battle!"

"Okay."

After the call ended, the uncle and nephew connected to start their game, which lasted for three hours.

Spencer rarely found a worthy opponent, as he considered the kids at the club to be weak as well.

Meanwhile, the news of his ex-girlfriend Cherry jumping into the river had taken over the headlines, quickly raising the spotlight on him.

It wasn't until Spencer realized it was getting late that he said to Alfie, "Young master, it's time to sleep, you have homework tomorrow."

"After this game." The child was deeply immersed, "Uncle, can you play with me every weekend?"

"I'll agree if you win this round, I don't want to play with you if you're too weak."

"Don't be like that!" Alfie lacked confidence, after all, he was facing a king today, "You can't bully a kid!"

Spencer was amused by him, "Where's Diana?"

"She's out."

"What about grandma?"

"Grandma took Diana out to play."

Due to the time difference, it was still daytime over there.

After the game ended, Spencer bid farewell to Alfie and went upstairs to take a shower, the sound of rushing water echoing from the warm yellow lit bathroom...

Thinking about the online drama, he was still feeling quite gloomy.

Half an hour later, he emerged wearing a white bathrobe.

He poured half a glass of wine into a tall glass from the liquor cabinet, then walked to the window alone.

Whenever night fell, Spencer, alone in this vast villa, always felt a little lonely.

Drinking wine while gazing at the nightly view outside, no one knew what he was thinking, but his mood was definitely not great.

His short black hair always had a hint of rebellion, and his attractiveness carried a deadly allure.

Modern girls loved bad boys, and Spencer appeared to be a playboy, though those who got close to him could sense a touch of mystery about him.

It was as if he had passed through a sea of flowers without getting a single leaf stuck to him, as if no one could touch his heart.

In other words, his heart had never opened up to anyone.

Perhaps he was waiting, but he didn't know what he was waiting for...

The night grew deeper.

Having had a drink before bed, Spencer quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Just past midnight, he entered a dream --

It felt like he had traveled back to his second year of high school --

The towering white school buildings, the science museum, the sun-dappled large basketball court.

Wearing a white jersey, he sweated it out with his friends, his figure weaving through the light and shadows, his shooting skills already among the best.

"Wow!"

"So amazing!"

"Spencer! Spencer! It's Spencer!"

Dribbling the ball, he leaped up, no matter how far away, he could shoot several in a row.

Even his wiping sweat gesture was super cool. He was immune to the excitement of the surrounding girls, as he mostly didn't pay them much attention.