The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1422

Hertha’s heart pounded like a drum solo as she whipped her head around. At the playground, there was a scene sweet enough to be painted on a postcard: a toddler was cautiously climbing the steps to the slide, with Bridget hovering anxiously like a protective hen, her head bowed, hands ready to catch the little one at the slightest wobble.

Perched at the top of the slide was another little nugget of cuteness, Hertha’s son, Julian, prepped and primed for the thrill of the descent. His gaze was locked onto the spot where Hertha stood. Just one focused look and he’d spot her for sure.

At that realization, Hertha gasped silently and averted her face, striding with purpose toward Alaric.

Reaching his side, she grabbed his arm instinctively and steered him away from the scene.

They sidled up beside a house, its walls serving as a shield from Julian and Helena’s sight. It was only when they were safely out of view that Hertha’s tense heart allowed itself a timid sigh of relief.

Lifting her eyes to Alaric, she met his gaze, those narrow eyes twinkling with mischief and a hint of something more flirtatious.

Their eyes met, and Hertha’s knees turned to jelly, her alarm morphing into something that fluttered like butterflies in her stomach.

eyes, devilish and full of promise, that had made her fall head over heels for Alaric three

with that same look, how in the world was she supposed to

cheeks blushed a shade

he trying to charm

practically still engaged to Georgia, for heaven’s sake. He was off–limits, and no matter how much Hertha’s heart ached for

reminded herself to keep a distance from Alaric. She couldn’t risk ending up

let anyone, especially not Alaric, lay a finger

on them.

a roguish smirk. “You’re already touching me. Is it a crime if I return the favor with just a

to retort–something about him being shameless–when she followed his eyes. Her hand

1/2

21:02