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.

the person kneeling before her, holding her hand

unguarded heart suddenly felt subtle changes, and the urge

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

and allowed Spencer to keep holding

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

of them together exuded a sense of peaceful timelessness, as if

his brows furrowing slightly as he silently

had followed the direction Hertha

to

Spencer over. Otherwise, how could he be here just

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Otherwise, she wouldn’t have immediately called him when such

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