The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1965

Chapter 1965

Being obsessed with looks and crushes is a killer, man.

Hertha bit her tongue, reminding herself that this was just the price she had to pay for her youthful follies.

"Alright then, I'm a quick driver," Hertha informed with a brief nod before starting the car and accelerating away. "Whoa!" Alaric was jolted by the sudden movement, hastily grabbing the seatbelt as he let out a sound of surprise.

"Hertha, it's a real shame you're not a race car driver," Alaric teased her.

"What's it to you whether I become a race car driver or not!" Hertha was full of complaints and didn't want to engage in a proper conversation with him.

"I was just joking, why so serious?" Alaric chuckled mischievously.

"Alaric, spit it out, what do you really want?" Hertha questioned him while she drove.

She was done beating around the bush with him.

He was clearly there with a purpose today, yet all he did was joke around without getting to the point.

Hertha's profile, a playful smile on his lips, but his eyes were intense

lot of true feelings

you lost your mind? Forgot what I told you before?"

heart race, filling her with a bizarre urge to lash

of sheer rejection or curiosity to see what a

really don't remember," Alaric winked at Hertha, playing

and caught Alaric winking at her, those fox-like eyes attempting

handsome enough without trying, his smile naturally captivating. But now, he was deliberately

at a hundred and eighty miles per

press down harder on the

car suddenly

the seatbelt tighter,

and crashed into

was petrified, her other foot frantically hitting the

things got

before things got me

took effect, and the

to a halt.

Everything stood still.