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?"

"Hertha, isn't it a

pushed him out the door, pointing towards his house across

Alaric's mood soured further. He exhaled a frustrated breath

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

taste filled Alaric's

C

YOUR

KO WW

closeness, he'd chosen to walk away silently, not stepping forward to clarify. He'd decided to bow

then, if he'd explained how he'd mistaken Georgia for her that drunken night, that he had no feelings for Georgia, only

up with Spencer, and they could've had

it now, three years later,

no such thing as

hands on her apron

the couch, her face lit up, "Spencer, it's