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 on her

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

changes, and the

the cut, seemingly without any

impulse and allowed

he saw Spencer crouched before her, his expression one of focused gentleness, and Hertha with a faint blush on her

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

say, his brows furrowing slightly as he silently turned

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

he hadn’t expected to find

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