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 bit obvious you're

what? You gonna eat me up? Your place is right across the street. Bye now," Hertha pushed him out

further. He exhaled

about how Hertha still seemed to care about Spencer's opinion, it was clear she

bitter taste

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years ago, when he'd rushed out of that hotel and saw Hertha with Spencer, their closeness, he'd chosen to walk away silently, not stepping

Georgia for her that

with Spencer, and they could've

regretting it now, three

thing as

her hands on her apron as

Spencer on the couch, her face