Chapter 1531


    Hertha has always been the kind of person who speaks her mind, never afraid to put ric on the


    spot.


    ric knew Hertha all too well; if she wasn''t ribbing him, she wouldn''t be Hertha.


    As he casually munched on his food, ric said, "I''ve cut ties with my mom, got kicked out of the


    Falconer n, just a regr Joe now, no ''young master'' talk, please. I''m doing worse than you


    guys; at least you have your own ce, while I''m stuck living in whatever digs my boss throws my


    way. Who knows, if he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed one morning, I could be out on the


    street. If it everes to that, Hertha..."


    ric paused, giving Hertha a look before his gaze shifted meaningfully towards Spencer, who was


    sitting across from him. His look was pretty straightforward.


    Finally, his eyesnded on Spencer, shing a mischievous smile, "You and Hertha wouldn''t mind


    taking me in, would you?"


    What was ric on about? Asking to crash with them!


    Hertha felt a pang in her heart, her pulse racing. That ric, always causing her stress, making her


    heart skip beats with his antics.


    Today, his visit for a day of barbecue had nearly sent her over the edge, scrambling to get


    everything in order, just so he wouldn''t bump into Julian and Helena.


    If he moved in with them, how could she keep hiding things?


    Hertha chewed on her fork, her heart pounding, nervously ncing at Spencer, her eyes practically


    begging him: reject him, you must reject him! He can''t move in with us!


    Spencer didn''t look at Hertha, his usually gentle gaze hardened as it met ric''s, and after a few


    tense seconds, he finally spoke, "Mr. Falconer, with your skills, I doubt any boss would let you go


    that easily. And if by some chance you do get kicked out, I''m sure you''ll have another, better


    opportunity waiting for you."


    The response, neither an eptance nor a direct rejection, was as polite a refusal as theye.


    Hertha breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still racing, and quickly grabbed a piece of steak from the


    grill, cing it on Spencer''s te with a goofy smile, "Eat up, love..."


    Seeing Hertha serve Spencer with the fork she just had in her mouth, the gesture so natural and


    unbothered.


    "Ah, you know me too well, love my steak medium-rare," Spencer''s smile was warm and


    affectionate, unabashedly taking a bite.


    Watching this, ric felt a sting in his heart. Suddenly, he couldn''t bear to watch their lovey-dovey


    exchanges anymore, his mischievous demeanor fading as he said, "Where are the mugs? I could


    use a cup of coffee."


    "The mugs are in the kitchen. I''ll get them," chimed in Thssa, who had been quietly sitting to the


    side, ready to stand.


    ric replied, "No need, I''ll get it myself."


    He stood up, heading for the kitchen. He just wanted to break away from the sight of Hertha and


    Spencer''s intimate moments together.


    He tried to tell himself not to care, after all, Hertha and Spencer were married, but his heart wouldn''t


    listen.


    Seeing their seamless interaction felt like a series of stabs to his heart, painful and unavoidable.


    As ric stepped into the kitchen and opened the cupboard, Hertha, who was still eating, caught a


    glimpse of him through the ss door.


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    Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in panic.


    Oh no, the baby bottles are all stored in that cupboard!