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!

now, as fate would have it, Spencer was parading the very object of his phobia. Alaric felt

picked up a chicken to make a hearty soup for Hertha-help with

"Mr. Falconer, you missed out

the chicken a tad higher, flaunting its quality, hinting at the 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, Alaric's deep-seated fear surfaced. He dodged behind Thalassa, panic-stricken, urging Spencer,

earth had gotten

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it out, Alaric thrust something into her hands, his voice quivering with urgency. "Give this to

car, revved the engine, and sped off, leaving

stood there, baffled.

suave and a bit wicked, had bolted in

couldn't help but want to laugh,

glasses and remarked, "Mr. Falconer seems to have

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