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?

are 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 chance to

a thick skin; nothing she said could truly

him was Hertha's

silently and

had pulled away, all he had to do was adjust his behavior to match her preferences. It was better than being clueless as before,

back.

discomfort any longer. "Bro, Thalassa has

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

been most 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 around each

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