The Billionaire's Secret Quartet - Chapter 1430
Chapter 1430
Hertha took a hearty gulp of her soda, a cheeky grin spreading across her face as she turned to
Spencer, “I’m just so stoked for you, man. Congrats! When the big day comes around, you must send
me an invitation.”
As she spoke, Hertha grabbed a couple of cans from the cooler, popped one open for Spencer and
another for herself. She raised her can towards him, “Here’s to you. I’d toast with a beer, but soda will
have to do for now.”
Her sincerity was unmistakable. She was genuinely thrilled for Spencer. At least he hadn’t been hurt or
become cynical about love because of anything she’d done.
Spencer, who had always talked about tying the knot, now had a girlfriend. It seemed like wedding bells
were just around the corner.
Without any pretense, Spencer clinked his can against Hertha’s and glanced over at Helena, who had
settled back onto her beanbag chair, a warm smile on his lips. “Thanks for the well-wishes. I hope to
have a little girl as adorable as your Helena someday.”
The way Helena had worried over Hertha, eager to rush over to her side, had truly touched Spencer.
Helena was just a tiny bundle herself, yet her first instinct was to look out for the ones she loved most.
Perhaps the greatest treasure in this world was having children of your own.
“Ha, you think so? I think Helena’s pretty cute, too. I’m sure once you’re hitched, you’ll have a smart
and pretty daughter,” Hertha replied with a laugh.
“Fingers crossed,” said Spencer, his kind eyes twinkling behind his wire-rimmed glasses. He was the
epitome of a family man: caring, considerate, and genuinely fond of kids.
Any woman lucky enough to marry him was bound to be happy. He always treated women with utmost
respect and affection.
Hertha managed a smile, but she felt a twinge of bitterness inside. It seemed like she was destined to
remain single for life.
After dinner, Spencer left.
Hertha and Bridget fed the twins respectively.
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The adults had enjoyed a fondue dinner, whereas the babies had their own specially prepared meals.
Since Helena and Julian were still too young to eat on their own, and Hertha didn’t want them to go
hungry or be undernourished, she decided to feed them herself. There would be plenty of time to
encourage independence when they were older.
At bedtime, Hertha cuddled up with her two little bundles, telling them stories until their eyes drifted
shut.
Once the children were asleep, Hertha finally took a moment for herself and headed to the bathroom
for a shower.
Over at Royal Estates, Thalassa filled the tub with warm water before returning to the bedside to
prepare Lysander for his bath.
She bathed Lysander daily, knowing how much he valued cleanliness. He would feel uncomfortable if
he didn’t wash every day. Even now in his vegetative state, she didn’t forget his habit.
She positioned the wheelchair next to the bed, lifted him gently, his arm over her shoulder, her other
arm wrapped around his strong waist. Despite his weight pressing down on her, bending her spine with
the burden, she held firm, inching him towards the wheelchair before carefully setting him down.
For three years, she had been moving Lysander from the bed to the wheelchair, taking him to the
bathroom for his bath every day. At first, she needed Fitch’s help, but as her strength and technique
improved, she could manage the entire process herself.
In the steamy bathroom, Thalassa knelt beside Lysander, unbuttoning his silk pajamas one by one.
With each button undone, his muscular chest was revealed, his skin’s texture exuding a sensual
masculinity.
His muscles, as always, were a perfect blend of strength and beauty.