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.

sensation of his breath on her skin sent a ripple through her heart,

the person kneeling before her, holding

changes, and the

without any ulterior motives. To pull away now would make her

allowed Spencer to

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

two of them together exuded a sense of peaceful timelessness, as if they existed

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

the surveillance footage outside the hotel and had followed the direction Hertha had gone, intending to explain his drunken stupor

hadn’t expected to find

over. Otherwise, how could he be here just