The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1148

Beatrice flashed a knowing smile before walking away. To her, it seemed crystal clear that Alaric and Hertha were an item, and it set her mind at ease.

Angelina, on the other hand, was far from convinced. She found it hard to accept the idea that Alaric truly had feelings for Hertha. Could her son, the perennial playboy, have really planned to settle down? Was he truly smitten enough to forsake all others for just one woman?

No, Angelina couldn’t buy it. She had a nagging suspicion that something was amiss. So, instead of leaving, she lingered by the door, eavesdropping.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time,” Alaric apologized to Hertha, his voice a husky rasp through the steamy air.

Hertha had just finished berating Alaric for turning the shower too cold. Hearing his strained voice, she instinctively took a step back, sensing danger.

“Next time? I’ve had enough trouble for today,” Hertha said, avoiding his gaze while inching backwards.

The bathroom atmosphere was thick with steam, a sultry mist that seemed to weave an invisible web between them. The warm water was supposed to cool things down, but Hertha felt the heat rising-not just within her, but within the whole room.

rhythm,

noticed that Hertha had stepped on a soap. He reached out swiftly,

a moment too late. Hertha’s feet slipped, and her

head from hitting the hard tile floor, he twisted, taking the brunt of the

Wincing from the pain, she lifted her head and realized she had buried her face

lifted her head, her face burning with embarrassment. If word of this got out, her reputation

snagged. The more she hurried to free herself, the more it hurt. She had to lower

the floor and shoulder blades aching, Alaric winced and sat up, looking at Hertha, “Get up, please. I

and he needed to check it. But he got up

was pinning down

hair, pain

a rush to unzip, do