Chapter 1241
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?
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Hertha must really like Spencer. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have immediately called him when such things happened.
Alaric understood that bowing out timely was the best way to honor Hertha’s feelings.
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.”
Hertha felt embarrassed, “I forgot to put on shoes.”
In that rush, she hadn’t thought of anything else but escape.
“Oh, by the way, what are you doing here?” she asked quickly, trying to change the subject.
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