The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1429
“Let me. The pot is heavy.” Spencer said with a note of concern, heading toward the kitchen.
It made sense. Spencer had the kind of steadiness and strength that made handling the heavy pot a safer bet.
She was a woman, and not just any woman, but one who had grown notably thinner and more delicate after the birth of her
children. The fatigue of motherhood had sapped some of her strength, leaving her less equipped for such tasks.
Without a word, Hertha watched Spencer’s tall frame disappear into the kitchen, her gaze slightly unfocused.
Over the past three years, Spencer had been extraordinarily kind and gentle with her. He took care of her in every possible way,
attending to the smallest details of her life.
To an outsider, it might seem as though he was her husband. His kindness stirred a blend of guilt and helplessness in Hertha’s
heart.
She knew there would never be any romantic possibilities between them, no shared future. Yet Spencer continued to treat her
with such tenderness that she couldn’t help but wonder if he still harbored feelings for her.
“Hertha, what are you daydreaming about? Dinner’s ready,” Spencer called out in a cultured tone.
Snapping back to reality, Hertha managed an awkward smile and took her seat at the table, reverting to her usual warm and
friendly self.
“Spencer, here’s your fork. Try this sesame sauce I got the other day. I think it’s absolutely divine.” She began to mix the dressing
for him, their interaction as easy as two best friends.
“I can handle it. Don’t worry, I won’t get the wrong idea,” Spencer said, taking the bottle from her with a polite smile. He could see
right through Hertha’s careful charade. Her overly enthusiastic warmth and lack of boundaries were her way of signaling that she
saw him as nothing more than a friend, urging him not to read too much into their interactions.
Her daydreaming earlier must have been about this very issue.
Spencer was a sharp man, and after three years of being close to Hertha, he had come to understand her quite well. He could
deduce her thoughts from a single glance or gesture.

“Ha, you really have a sixth sense, don’t you? You see right through me. By the way, why haven’t I seen you on any dates
lately?” Hertha asked with a chuckle.
“I’ve got a girlfriend now. Why would I need to date?” Spencer casually replied while preparing a plate of thinly sliced roast beef.
“What?”
The news hit Hertha like a thunderbolt. She was stunned momentarily. Her gasp of astonishment caught the attention of Julian
and Helena, who had been playing contentedly on their colorful foam mats.
The two little ones looked up at Hertha with their big, innocent eyes – eyes as endearing and curious as two teddy bears, filled
with concern.
“Mummy, what’s wrong?” Julian’s young brow furrowed in confusion.
“Mummy, are you okay? Helena will blow on it to make it better,” Helena said, her chubby hands struggling to push herself up
from the floor.
“Ms. Kensington, did you burn yourself? You should run it under some water,” Bridget said as she came out of the kitchen with a
bowl of freshly washed salad, her voice laced with worry.
Realizing that everyone had misunderstood her exclamation, Hertha quickly clarified, “No, no, I’m fine. I didn’t burn myself. I was
just surprised by Spencer’ good news. It’s okay, don’t worry. Helena, keep playing, Mummy will feed you in a bit.”
She rushed to soothe the children’s emotions. Her little ones might be young, but they were incredibly caring. Their love for her
was not just dependency, but also concern.
Hertha felt a warmth in her heart.
“You seem more worked up about this than my own parents would be,” Spencer remarked with a chuckle, casting an amused
glance her way.