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.

relaxed, not giving the situation much thought, but the sensation of his

her, holding her hand so tenderly, was a man.

unguarded heart suddenly felt subtle changes, and the urge

was so concentrated in cleaning the cut, seemingly without any

allowed Spencer to keep holding it, continuing to clean the

call out to her when he saw Spencer crouched before her, his expression one of focused gentleness, and Hertha with a faint blush on her cheeks and an awkward gaze, her eyes filled

of peaceful timelessness, as if they existed in a bubble where

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

had asked the hotel staff to check the surveillance footage outside the hotel and had followed the direction Hertha had gone, intending to explain his drunken stupor from the previous

to

who called Spencer over. Otherwise, how could he be here just by