The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Alaric Falconer deftly caught the lettuce she tossed his way and dunked it into the hotpot, his smile unwavering. "I didn't say a thing. You're the one jumping to conclusions." "See? Always acting innocent and then playing the blame game. Good thing I cut my losses early," Hertha Kensington huffed, rolling her eyes at Alaric. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Words spoken without intent, heard with deep meaning.

Hertha's remark momentarily froze Alaric, his heart tightening as he turned his slender, hawk-like gaze towards her.

A shadow of sorrow and depth lingered in his eyes.

Was it his fault that Hertha wouldn't be with him?

Did her words mean her affection for him started with his looks but ended with his personality?

you looking at me like that? I'm just stating the facts! Go ask any of your exes, they all think the same," Hertha said between bites, never missing a

Alaric had a thick skin; nothing she said could truly upset

was Hertha's favorite

silently and continued to add

he had to do was adjust his behavior to match

toward Starhaven Hospital, with Rosalind and Thalassa seated in the back. Rosalind kept her distance from

any longer. "Bro, Thalassa has to work.

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

die peacefully," Reginald replied, his grip

in worry, her hands unconsciously tightening

reunion with Zephyr, allowing her the chance to care for Lysander. Deep down, Thalassa