The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1241

Hertha cradled her palm upwards as Spencer gently swabbed it with a cotton swab soaked in iodine, his touch as tender as a whisper.

“If it hurts, just tell me. I’ll be as gentle as I can, his voice laced with concern.

Hertha chuckled, “Are you kidding? Your moves are as light as a feather.”

Spencer smiled, looking up at her with a glint of humor in his eyes. “Good, as long as it doesn’t hurt.”

He bowed his head again, focusing on the small task at hand with dedication.

His breath, soft and steady, danced across Hertha’s palm, teasing her skin in a way that was both ticklish and tantalizing.

situation much thought, but the sensation of his breath on her skin sent a ripple through her heart, stirring an unexpected

person kneeling before her, holding her hand so tenderly, was a

unguarded heart suddenly felt subtle changes, and the urge to

cut, seemingly without any ulterior

slightly, but she resisted the impulse and allowed Spencer to keep holding it, continuing

had just rounded the corner. He was about to call out to her when he saw Spencer crouched before her, his expression one of focused gentleness, and Hertha with a faint blush

together exuded a sense of peaceful timelessness, as if

the words he was about to say, his brows furrowing slightly as he

followed the direction Hertha had gone, intending to explain his drunken

to find her with Spencer.

Hertha who called Spencer over. Otherwise, how