Chapter 1571

Stepping out of the restaurant, the air outside felt noticeably fresher.

Throughout the incident, Spencer had been her silent guardian, shielding her from any potential harm. Emmeline could feel the protective aura he exuded, wrapping her in a cocoon of safety.

Her heart was filled with joy, affirming her belief that she had chosen the right person. She looped her arm through Spencer's and nestled closer, her face lit with a playful smile as she locked up at him. "Spencer, you really outdid yourself today. I'm so impressed.”

With a doting smile, Spencer lightly tapped her nose. "That's nothing. Wait until you try my cooking. You won't need to step out and deal with such messes anymore.”

"Ckay, I'll come over tomorrow and see what you can do in the kitchen.” Emmeline tightened her grip on his arm, her affection for him growing even stronger.

Alaric was driving at breakneck speed toward Gulfstream Community, his mind racing!

He kept replaying what Spencer had said earlier—Spencer and Hertha were not actually married; it was all a ruse to deceive him!

Had Hertha lied about being Spencer's wife just to push him away and make him marry Georgia?

Did she think that once he was engaged to Georgia, he would definitely marry her?

He was determined to tell her that it was over between him and Georgia, that he wouldn't marry her. He was even ready to give up his status as the Falconer family's second son if necessary!

Alaric was a bundle of nerves, eager to get to Hertha's place to tell her he wouldn't marry Georgia and that she didnt need to hide the fact that she wasn't married.

What usually took over twenty minutes, Alaric managed to halve the time, arriving at Gulfstream Community in just over ten minutes.

He parked the car, jumped out, and rushed toward her building with fluid, determined strides.

As the elevator ascended, the numbers flashing by seemed to echo Alaric’s heartbeat, accelerating as he neared Hertha's floor. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest.

Soan, the elevator halted at the twentieth floor. Alaric stepped out and hurried to Hertha's door, ringing the bell impatiently.

When there was no answer, he pressed the bell over and over, desperate.

As he was about to press the bell again, the door swung open, revealing a weary-looking Hertha Seeing Alaric, she was about to protest, "What are you doing...”

But before she could finish, Alaric’s actions left her frozen, her eyes wide and her breath caught.

Upon seeirig her, Alaric immediately.

stepped I Rrward, pulling her into-a”

tight embrace, his breath hot and heavy at her ear, conveying aff ‘his pent- up urgency and excitement.

This unexpected move made Hertha stiffen, her heart racing uncontrollably.

The next moment, realizing what Alaric was doing, Hertha's eyes sparkled WIth T realization. She pushed hirm away with all her might, her face flushed from his embrace, her volte tinged with anxiety and anger, “Alaric, what are you doing!

Gaming here to embrace me, aren't you afraid my husband riiight come back..”

“You still want to lie to me, that you and Spencer are not actually married!” Alaric's eyes narrowed as he confronted her with the truth.

Hertha's heart skipped a beat, confused and flustered, she stumbled over her words, "What are you talking about?’

"Am I talking nonsense?” Alaric’s fingers gently-grasped Hertha's chin, pushing herback into the apartment step by sfep, a smirk playing on his lips, “Tet me, Hertha, why keep the fact that you're single a secret? Is there some deep, dark secret you're trying to hide from me?”

Hearing Alaric’s words, Hertha's heart fluttered like a trapped bird, pounding wildly.

Ch no, did Alaric find out about the kids? He was already inside!