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?

your exes, they all think the same," Hertha said between bites,

Alaric had a thick skin;

him was Hertha's favorite

tugged at the corners of his mouth silently and

adjust his behavior to match her preferences. It was better than being clueless as before, he thought to

seated in the back. Rosalind kept her distance from Thalassa, envious of

her discomfort any longer. "Bro, Thalassa has to work. Why drag

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worried about her. If he's on his last breath, having Thalassa by his side would mean he could die peacefully," Reginald replied, his grip on the steering wheel firm. "Stop talking nonsense! Dad's going to be fine," Rosalind

together in worry, her hands unconsciously tightening

Whitman was distant, it was Joshua who had facilitated her reunion with Zephyr, allowing