chapter1241

Hertha cradled her palm upwards as Spencer gently swabbed it with a cotton swab soaked in iodine,

his touch as tender as a whisper.

"If it hurts, just tell me. I'll be as gentle as I can," his voice laced with concern.

Hertha chuckled, "Are you kidding? Your moves are as light as a feather."

Spencer smiled, looking up at her with a glint of humor in his eyes. "Good, as long as it doesn't hurt."

He bowed his head again, focusing on the small task at hand with dedication.

His breath, soft and steady, danced across Hertha's palm, teasing her skin in a way that was both

ticklish and tantalizing.

Hertha had been relaxed, not giving the situation much thought, but the sensation of his breath on her

skin sent a ripple through her heart, stirring an unexpected feelings.

She suddenly became aware that the person kneeling before her, holding her hand so tenderly, was a

man.

Her unguarded heart suddenly felt subtle changes, and the urge to withdraw her hand was strong.

But Spencer was so concentrated in cleaning the cut, seemingly without any ulterior motives. To pull

away now would make her seem awkward.

Hertha's hand twitched slightly, but she resisted the impulse and allowed Spencer to keep holding it,

continuing to clean the cut.

Unbeknownst to Hertha, Alaric had been looking for her and had just rounded the corner. He was about

to call out to her when he saw Spencer crouched before her, his expression one of focused gentleness,

and Hertha with a faint blush on her cheeks and an awkward gaze, her eyes filled with nothing but

Spencer.

The two of them together exuded a sense of peaceful timelessness, as if they existed in a bubble

where no one else could penetrate.

Alaric swallowed the words he was about to say, his brows furrowing slightly as he silently turned and

left.

He had asked the hotel staff to check the surveillance footage outside the hotel and had followed the

direction Hertha had gone, intending to explain his drunken stupor from the previous night.

But he hadn't expected to find her with Spencer.

It must have been Hertha who called Spencer over. Otherwise, how could he be here just by chance?

As he walked away, his spirits sank, a heavy mood pressing on his chest.

After Spencer finished, he noticed her bare feet and said with a gentle tone, "Why did you come out

here barefoot? Lift your foot, let's see if you've been hurt by the stones." Co?tent belo?gs to

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Hertha felt embarrassed, "I forgot to put on shoes."

In that rush, she hadn't thought of anything else but escape.