The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Helena lifted her tiny head, her beautiful, youthful eyes sparkling with curiosity as she gazed up at Alaric. In that split second, her eyes shimmered with awe at the sight of Alaric's features, and in her sweet, mushy voice, she said, "Mister, you're so handsome. My mommy likes pretty people."

Alaric, who had just been concerned about whether he'd accidentally bumped into the little one, couldn't help but melt at the sight of her chubby, squishy face, as adorable as a freshly baked bun. Her voice tugged at his heartstrings, instantly soothing the irritation that Georgia had stoked in him.

The girl's eyes, reminiscent of his own, struck a chord within him.

This resemblance stirred something deep within Alaric's soul.

He took Helena's hand and walked her over to the elevator bank, where he crouched down to her level, softening his voice as he spoke, "Kiddo, thanks for saying I look nice. What's your mommy's name? Are you saying your mommy prefers pretty people over your daddy?"

Alaric's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Considering the girl's looks, her parents must have some impressive genes. How could her mom not cherish the father of her children and instead fancy other handsome men?

"My mommy, she's called..."

you. Please accept my apology on her

to reveal that her mommy was called Hertha,

referred to her

stepped forward, lifting Helena into her arms, and apologized profusely to

to see a middle-aged woman cradling the little girl who had collided with him, her words

belonged to her-a stranger's

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stood up, assuring Bridget, "It's fine. She's just a child. But you should keep a closer watch on her. If she runs into an

sure to keep a closer eye on

with pudgy cheeks and innocent,

connection, she was

to take his leave when he caught a glimpse of a little boy standing next to Bridget. The boy appeared to be about the same age as the