The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1485

Thalassa spun around, and there was Spencer, sporting a crisp blue shirt and slate-gray slacks, striding toward her with a plump chicken in his grasp.

Relief washed over Thalassa as she greeted him, "Spencer, did you go grocery shopping?"

Spencer?

The name struck Alaric like a hammer to the heart, his steps faltered, and he turned, the carefree smirk wiped clean off his face.

Indeed, Spencer approached, a lively hen clutched in his hand.

Alaric's gaze fixed on the chicken's clucking beak, a shiver running down his spine, his skin crawling with goosebumps. Rooted to the spot, paralyzed with dread, he couldn't move an inch. Since childhood, Alaric had harbored an irrational fear of beaked creatures, chickens most of all!

it, Spencer was parading the very object of his phobia. Alaric felt trapped, his blood

a chicken to make a hearty soup for Hertha-help with her recovery," Spencer said, reaching Thalassa's side with a

not too far off, he added, "Mr. Falconer, you missed out on the meal

savory broth it would yield. In a show of good faith, Spencer edged closer to Alaric, chicken in hand. Confronted with the chicken's beak,

had gotten into

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her hands, his voice quivering with urgency. "Give this to Hertha for me.

car, revved the engine, and

stood there, baffled.

usually poised and graceful Alaric Falconer, always suave

Thalassa couldn't help but want to laugh, having never seen this side

glasses and remarked, "Mr. Falconer seems to have a fear of

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