The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1192

“Hey, Alaric, don’t just push your food around. Georgia made this plate just for you,” Angelina observed her son’s restraint, worrying that he might have had another clash with the Reeds and quickly nudged him.

Alaric tore his gaze away, picked up his fork, and speared a piece of food, putting on a contrived smile as he appeased Georgia, “Delicious, you really get me.”

Hertha couldn’t stand to hear anymore about Alaric and Georgia’s perfect relationship or the wedding plans they were discussing. She tugged at Thalassa’s arm, stood up, and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

Spencer hastily grabbed his briefcase, trailing behind her, and they both made their exit.

As Hertha’s group left the restaurant, Alaric’s forced smile crumbled, a surge of bitterness washed over him, and he dropped his fork onto the table with a clatter.

Georgia, sensing his mood shift, felt her cheerfulness sink, and cautiously asked, “Alaric, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head back and rest. You guys enjoy the meal,” Alaric said with a cold edge, standing up abruptly to leave.

to come today, but his mother had insisted. He planned to make it clear to Georgia and her mother that he wanted to call off the

then Hertha walked in,

so close with that guy drove him mad with jealousy. Inexplicably, he found himself acting out

the restaurant, Spencer suggested, “I’ve got movie tickets;

urgent stuff to take care of at home. You should head

owe nothing to Spencer, ensuring that if they parted ways, there would be no

mother later that there was no spark with Spencer and to have her

asked, “Something came up?”

in with a forced smile, “Yeah, she’s got . a design deadline. It’s due tomorrow.”

work comes first. Let me drive you guys home,” Spencer

need, we’ll handle it. Wouldn’t want to hold you up, and I’ve got my car here.” Hertha quickly pulled out her keys to show him, just to make sure he didn’t think she

catch up over the phone, Spencer