The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha was on pins and needles, wondering if Alaric had figured out her and Spencer weren't actually married.

The moment she heard Spencer's voice, it was like a lightbulb went off. She whipped her head towards Alaric, ready to back up Spencer's story, only to catch a glimpse of embarrassment and dejection in Alaric's captivating eyes.

Her initial urge to revel in his misfortune suddenly vanished. In that moment, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Alaric.

Her heart softened, and she chirped, "Spencer, come on in. And you too, don't just stand there at the door."

Spencer's response was a nonchalant grunt, the kind of interaction that spoke volumes about their faux-marital familiarity. It was devoid of any awkwardness or excessive politeness. It was only in such close relationships that conversations flowed effortlessly.

And right then, Alaric saw this effortless dynamic between Hertha and Spencer. Despite his reluctance to accept it, the fact was staring him in the face: Hertha was married, and evidently, happily so to Spencer As Alaric felt a twinge in his heart, Spencer turned to him with a smile, saying, "Mr. Falconer, please, come in..."

Alaric was about to decline, his interest piqued earlier when he saw Thalassa and Hertha with bags full of ingredients for a classic barbecue, momentarily tempted to invite himself over for dinner. But seeing Spencer and Hertha's apparent closeness made him rethink stepping inside.

a beam, said, "Oh, Mr. Falconer, do come in. I've put together a barbecue from scratch today. Care to

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he strutted into the

aside to let him through, watching Alaric enter the living room before turning to Spencer with a

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