Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 509

Jennifer and Ivan got off, heading for the house.

“How are you guys? Would you join us for dinner?” Spencer stood up, seeing them enter. He wondered if they had dinner, planning to inform the kitchen to prepare more dishes for them.

“No, thanks, Spencer,” Ivan answered, “We’ll go back to Kelsington Bay later.”

“Are you playing chess?” Jennifer walked toward them, sitting on the sofa next. “Spencer, I want to keep you updated. I’ve finished the last episode of the drama. How are you?”

“You are indeed efficient,” Spencer praised her. Then he lifted his arm exaggeratedly. “Look! I’m completely recovered.”

“What’s your plan next?” Jennifer asked, “Continue to act?”

“I don’t care.” Spencer was still playful and had no purpose in achieving anything in the entertainment business. “Let nature take its flow. I would if there was any good play script. It depends on my status.”

Jennifer nodded thoughtfully. Spencer asked, “How about you? What will you do after dubbing? Work as the vice president of the Marsh Group?”

“Likewise. I haven’t made up my mind yet.” Jennifer cast down her eyes, her long, curly eyelashes covering her eyes.

Ivan listened to them in silence with a gentle look.

“You should be cautious. Distance makes the heart grow fonder.” Spence shared his experience. “I’ve been there. I’m sure you’ll get tired of each other if you stick to each other for a long time.”

“It only means you didn’t love the girl deeply enough,” Ivan retorted solemnly. Then he changed the subject. “Spencer, work for the entertainment company run by the Marsh Group. I can guarantee you’ll see many good play scripts.”

Spencer looked over at him. “Will I depend on my backer too evidently, then?” He hadn’t decided yet as he had been used to being alone. He preferred to depend on himself. “I’ll think about it.”

Ivan didn’t insist and knew he would consider his suggestions.

They didn’t stay in Rowan’s long. On the way, Ivan informed Kelsington Bay that they would return for dinner later.

In the kitchen of the vintage villa, everyone was busy.

Aubree was in a good mood, picking the recipes in person. “Ivan’s stomach has recovered already. We can add the portions to the dishes.”

“OK, Madam Aubree.”

Pippa would also come back. Therefore, she asked the chef to prepare a few of Pippa’s favorite dishes.