The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1150

Hertha’s cheeks flared a fiery red as she hastily retorted, “Get over yourself. Who’d want to sleep with you? If I didn’t want some alone time with Dominic, do you think I’d agree to play your little girlfriend charade to appease your family?”

“Why are you standing so far away, then? Afraid I’ll gobble you up?” Alaric’s lips curled into an amused smirk, his tone teasing and relaxed

“It’s because I’m afraid you won’t be able to control yourself!” Hertha blurted out defensively.

“Trust me, with all the women I’ve met, you don’t light my fire,” Alaric replied, his voice as

cool as a cucumber.

Deflated, Hertha’s temper flared up in a flash, “Oh, so you feel accomplished? I bet you’re

as worn out as an old nail!”

undefeated in a war

that had been playing at the corner of Alaric’s mouth vanished, and his gaze turned steely as he looked

if I’m a woman? What, are you blind?”

blind. Maybe it’s time I found out for myself if you’re really a woman, and showed you if I’m as worn out as

that?” Hertha retorted

remark was intentional, just

Hertha met his gaze with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Their eyes locked, and an unspoken energy seemed to grow

she took in his devilishly handsome features. His narrow, seductive eyes locked

dewy appearance, her wet hair clinging to her fair skin, droplets of water trailing down, her petite and slightly voluptuous figure enveloped in

trying to suppress surged to his core, tensing his body.

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with tension, Hertha pinched her

mumbled, “Your back’s just a bit bruised, nothing serious. It should be fine in a few days.