Chapter 2273: A One in Ten Thousand Chance is Still Hope
Arkpool City, evening. The intoxicating sunset bathed the alley in a golden glow, giving it an otherworldly beauty that brought a sense of inner peace. Spencer, with his roguish charm, carried two bottles of special liquor as he closed the car door and walked deeper into the alley.
The uniqueness of this liquor lay in its high quality and affordability. For ordinary people, it was high-end and presentable, yet familiar and easy to drink. For Spencer, the price was negligible. He believed this practical choice would be more down-to-earth and acceptable to Summer’s parents.
Stopping at the entrance of the “Not Just Flowers” shop, Spencer glanced at the sign with a sense of familiarity. He didn’t care how Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell might oppose him; he only knew he had to persistently show up.
With this conviction, he stepped into the flower shop. Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell, who were chatting over tea at the counter, looked up at the sound of the door opening and saw the young man holding two bottles of liquor.
The couple exchanged glances. “Uncle, Auntie, I came early today. You haven’t started cooking yet, right?” Spencer smiled broadly, lifting the bottles in his hands as he stepped forward. “I even brought some peanuts to share a drink with you!”
The elderly couple exchanged another look. What was this all about? Spencer approached them with a cheerful smile and placed the liquor on the table. “Don’t be unwelcoming; I’m sincerely here to visit you.”
“Uncle, Auntie, have you reconsidered my relationship with Summer recently?” he asked with a smile. “Do I have even a one in ten thousand chance of becoming your son-in-law?”
Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell had indeed been thinking about it, especially after Mr. Marsh left. Having such an outstanding brother added points for Spencer. However, his troubled past worried them.
Mrs. Campell asked, “So? Would you be satisfied with a one in ten thousand chance?”
“A one in ten thousand chance means there’s still hope,” Spencer replied. “As long as there’s hope, I won’t give up. Even if there’s no hope, I won’t give up.”
Mrs. Campell thought he sounded a bit slick.
“Uncle, Auntie, I won’t give up on Summer,” Spencer suddenly became serious and reiterated his stance. “I won’t marry anyone but her in this lifetime. I believe my persistence and sincerity will eventually win you over.”
“Did you come here alone?” Mrs. Campell asked as she came around the counter. “Didn’t Summer come with you?”
“She… she’s busy tonight; the director wanted to discuss the script with her,” Spencer fibbed casually. “She’s busy.”
The elderly couple exchanged another look. Should they call to ask them to cook more food? It turned out it was for Spencer?
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Mr. Campell thought for a moment and said to his wife, “You go ahead and cook; we can have a good chat with him while we drink.” They say people speak truthfully when drunk; it was a good chance to test his sincerity.
Some topics were easier to discuss without their daughter present.
Since they had decided to allow them to be together, it was time to thoroughly assess this man.
Understanding her husband’s intentions, Mrs. Campell turned and went into the kitchen, though she still disliked this man surrounded by scandals.