The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

She hadn't done anything to provoke him!

She couldn't care less about him, diverting her gaze from Alaric's furious eyes towards the door, catching a glimpse of Spencer and Emmeline standing there.

Her heart, racing with nerves, finally settled down. It wasn't her two little angels at the door after all.

She'd thought her dad had shown up with the kids, ringing the doorbell.

Letting out a deep sigh of relief, she thought, "Man, that was a close call. Feels like my heart's running a marathon. A few more scares like that, and I'll be on my way to a heart attack." Clearly, Alaric coming over was a no-go from now on. Way too risky.

Hertha managed a smile, strolling over to warmly greet them, "Spencer, Emmeline, you made it! Come in, make yourselves at home."

"Sure, thanks, Ms. Kensington," Emmeline replied with her sweet smile, linking her arm through Spencer's as they stepped inside.

Alaric, ready to join them, turned towards the house.

Hertha quickly grabbed his arm, nudging him towards the door, her smile fading as she gave him a sideways look, "The exit's that way. Take care, won't you?"

in displeasure, "Hertha, isn't it a

Hertha pushed him out the door, pointing towards his

further. He exhaled a frustrated breath and headed

seemed to care about Spencer's opinion, it was clear she hadn't moved on from

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who was that?" Kimberly asked, wiping her hands on her apron as she

couch, her face lit