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

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

felt subtle changes, and the urge

cut, seemingly without any ulterior

the impulse and allowed Spencer to keep holding it, continuing to clean the

been looking for her 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

sense of peaceful timelessness, as if they existed in a bubble where no one else could penetrate.

was about to say, his brows furrowing

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

been Hertha who called Spencer over. Otherwise,