The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Alaric caught the lettuce she tossed his way and dunked it into the hotpot, all the while wearing a grin. "I didn't say anything; you're the one overthinking things." "See, you always shift the blame for your own actions and words onto others. Lucky for me, I cut my losses early," Hertha retorted, rolling her eyes at Alaric. Words spoken without intent, heard with all the more.

Hertha's comment made Alaric pause, his heart tightening a bit as his narrow, hawk-like eyes locked onto hers.

A shadow of sorrow and deep introspection lingered in his gaze. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Was it his fault Hertha wasn't with him?

Did her words imply her attraction started with his looks but ended with his personality?

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just stating facts! Go ask any of the women you've dated; they'd all think the same," Hertha said between bites, not sparing any feelings.

as ever, wasn't one

Hertha, teasing him was the

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he could try to adjust in a way she'd appreciate. It was

Rosalind and Thalassa in the backseat. Rosalind sat a fair distance from Thalassa, irritated by the contrasting ways Lysander treated them Rosalind couldn't hide her discomfort, complaining, "Why did you

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silent, her brows furrowed, her hands clenching unconsciously on her

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had often visited her under various pretexts,

feelings for Joshua,