The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1148

Beatrice flashed a knowing smile before walking away. To her, it seemed crystal clear that Alaric and Hertha were an item, and it set her mind at ease.

Angelina, on the other hand, was far from convinced. She found it hard to accept the idea that Alaric truly had feelings for Hertha. Could her son, the perennial playboy, have really planned to settle down? Was he truly smitten enough to forsake all others for just one

woman?

No, Angelina couldn’t buy it. She had a nagging suspicion that something was amiss. So, instead of leaving, she lingered by the door, eavesdropping.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time,” Alaric apologized to Hertha, his voice a husky rasp through the steamy air.

Hertha had just finished berating Alaric for turning the shower too cold. Hearing his strained voice, she instinctively took a step back, sensing danger.

“Next time? I’ve had enough trouble for today,” Hertha said, avoiding his gaze while inching backwards.

The bathroom atmosphere was thick with steam, a sultry mist that seemed to weave an invisible web between them. The warm water was supposed to cool things down, but Hertha felt the heat rising-not just within her, but within the whole room.

raced out of rhythm,

on a soap. He reached out swiftly, “Watch out!”

he was a moment too late. Hertha’s feet slipped, and her whole body started falling backward.

prevent her head from hitting the hard tile floor, he twisted, taking the brunt of the fall on his own back, with Hertha landing

pain, she lifted her

embarrassment. If word of this got out, her reputation

trying to push herself up. But her hair was snagged. The more she hurried to free

against the floor and shoulder blades aching, Alaric winced and sat up,

back was killing him and he needed to check

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pinning down

head bowed, she tugged at her hair, pain shooting

unzip, do you really want to…?”

snapped back, her face