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.

propose marriage, what do you say?" Alaric turned to look at Hertha's profile, a playful smile on his lips, but his eyes

true feelings

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

race, filling her with

it was out of sheer rejection or curiosity to see what a marriage certificate

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

Alaric winking at

naturally captivating. But now, he was deliberately

hundred and eighty miles per hour, flustered and

her foot press down harder on

suddenly shot

Alaric gripped the seatbelt tighter,

too late, the car surged forward and crashed into the rear of

petrified, her other foot frantically

things got

before things got me

took effect, and the

to a halt.

Everything stood still.