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

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

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

was so concentrated in cleaning the cut, seemingly without any ulterior motives. To

allowed Spencer to keep holding it,

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

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

about to say, his brows furrowing slightly as he silently turned and

outside the hotel and had followed the

to find her with Spencer.

over. Otherwise, how