The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1168

Dawn broke with the sun’s gentle rays sneaking through the curtains, casting a soft, serene glow upon the faces of the slumbering couple sprawled on the floor.

In the tranquility of the room, the light added a touch of homely peace to their sleeping forms.

Hertha woke cocooned in Alaric’s embrace, the sunlight teasing her closed eyelids until it robbed her of her drowsiness.

She slowly opened her eyes to a canvas of skin radiating warmth and a distinctly masculine scent.

Her mind buzzed to life, vividly replaying the previous night’s passionate entanglement with Alaric. Her cheeks were flushed with the memory.

With clarity came the realization that her face was nuzzled against Alaric’s chest, and his steady heartbeat was now drumming in her ears-strong and vibrant.

Good Lord, this was no dream; she had actually slept with Alaric!

with the man who had captured her heart at first sight, with whom she had

like hitting the

a mix of

ribcage as she lifted her head. Alaric’s arm draped over her, falling aside limply.

her hands against the cashmere carpet, she turned to behold Alaric. He was closing his eyes and deep in slumber,

in a punk style that framed his rebelliously handsome face-a face that made Hertha’s heart skip

features and contour seemed to have been

tentatively touched his nose, then his lips; her heart was fluttering at the thought of

stirred in his sleep,

“Don’t get the wrong idea; it

response came. She peered closer and saw that his eyes were still closed,

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