The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1998

The warmth tickled Hertha's neck, making her instinctively shrink back. The breeze that brushed against her skin left a tingling sensation, like an electric current zipping straight through her heart. Without thinking, she stepped forward, only to realize that while her legs had moved, her upper body hadn't budged. She found herself wrapped in a firm embrace, leaning against a solid chest. The arms around her shoulders were strong and reassuring.

Hertha turned her head sharply, locking eyes with Alaric's amused and captivating gaze. She had been furious, but the sight of his devilishly handsome face and that irresistible charm sent a shiver down her spine.

Damn it, why did Alaric have to be so infuriatingly attractive? Anger had fueled her moments ago, but now, it had vanished, almost ensnared by his allure.

And then there were his words, so laden with innuendo they were begging for a retort.

What did he mean by "how she would thank him tonight"?

The implication was unsettling.

But that wasn't the point. Why should she thank him in the first place?

her teeth, and retracted her foot, only to stomp down hard on his: "Thank

his big toe, but his dress shoe concealed any injury. Taking advantage of his distraction, Hertha turned and quickly walked

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a cab to the wedding, knowing parking would be a nightmare with the guest liste Spotting

the taxi pulled up and she reached for the door, someone grabbed her wrist, pulling her back as the door

taxi driver, annoyed, asked, "Are you getting in or

we won't be needing the cab. We've got our own ride. Just a

unfazed,