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.

the situation much thought, but the sensation of his breath on her skin sent a ripple

person kneeling before her, holding her hand

suddenly felt subtle changes, and the urge to withdraw her hand was strong.

concentrated in cleaning the cut, seemingly without any ulterior motives. To pull away now would

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

and 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 on her cheeks and an awkward gaze, her eyes filled with nothing but Spencer.

timelessness, as if they existed in a bubble where no one

to say, his

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 night.

he hadn’t expected to find her

must have been Hertha who called Spencer over. Otherwise, how could he be here