The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1485

Thalassa spun around, and there was Spencer, sporting a crisp blue shirt and slate-gray slacks, striding toward her with a plump chicken in his grasp.

Relief washed over Thalassa as she greeted him, "Spencer, did you go grocery shopping?"

Spencer?

The name struck Alaric like a hammer to the heart, his steps faltered, and he turned, the carefree smirk wiped clean off his face.

Indeed, Spencer approached, a lively hen clutched in his hand.

Alaric's gaze fixed on the chicken's clucking beak, a shiver running down his spine, his skin crawling with goosebumps. Rooted to the spot, paralyzed with dread, he couldn't move an inch. Since childhood, Alaric had harbored an irrational fear of beaked creatures, chickens most of all!

And now, as fate would have it, Spencer was parading the very object of his phobia. Alaric felt trapped, his blood running cold with alarm.

a chicken to make a hearty soup for Hertha-help with her recovery,"

Alaric not too far off, he added, "Mr. Falconer, you missed out on

edged closer to Alaric, chicken in hand. Confronted with the chicken's beak, Alaric's deep-seated fear surfaced. He dodged behind Thalassa, panic-stricken, urging Spencer, "Keep that thing away from me.

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Alaric thrust something into her hands, his voice quivering

word, Alaric fled to his car, revved the engine, and

stood there, baffled. "What just

usually poised and graceful Alaric Falconer, always suave and a

and Thalassa couldn't help but want to laugh, having never seen this side of

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