The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Stepping out of the restaurant, the air outside felt noticeably fresher.

Throughout the incident, Spencer had been her silent guardian, shielding her from any potential harm. Emmeline could feel the protective aura he exuded, wrapping her in a cocoon of safety.

Her heart was filled with joy, affirming her belief that she had chosen the right person. She looped her arm through Spencer's and nestled closer, her face lit with a playful smile as she looked up at him. "Spencer, you really outdid yourself today. I'm so impressed."

With a doting smile, Spencer lightly tapped her nose. "That's nothing. Wait until you try my cooking. You won't need to step out and deal with such messes anymore."

"Okay, I'll come over tomorrow and see what you can do in the kitchen." Emmeline tightened her grip on his arm, her affection for him growing even stronger.

Alaric was driving at breakneck speed toward Gulfstream Community, his mind racing!

He kept replaying what Spencer had said earlier-Spencer and Hertha were not actually married; it was all a ruse to deceive him!

Had Hertha lied about being Spencer's wife just to push him away and make him marry Georgia?

he was engaged to Georgia, he would

Georgia, that he wouldn't marry her. He was even ready to give up his status as the Falconer family's second son if necessary! Alaric was a bundle of nerves, eager to get to Hertha's place to tell her he wouldn't marry Georgia and that she didn't need to hide the fact that she

halve the time, arriving at Gulfstream Community in just over

the car, jumped out, and rushed toward her building with fluid,

Alaric's heartbeat, accelerating as he

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the twentieth floor. Alaric stepped out and hurried to Hertha's door,

pressed the bell

to press the bell again, the door

Alaric, she was about to protest,

her frozen, her eyes wide and her

a tight embrace, his breath hot and heavy at her ear, conveying all

unexpected move made Hertha