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 voiceced 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 rxed, 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, ric 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


    Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    where no one else could prate.


    ric 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 surveince footage outside the hotel and had followed the


    direction Hertha had gone, intending to exin 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 youe 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.