The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1238

“What the hell have you two done right in front of me?” Hertha couldn’t take it anymore. She pointed an accusing finger at Alaric, her breath heavy with fury as she spoke, her face flushed with anger.

Alaric, still in a daze, was jolted awake by Hertha’s voice. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked at Hertha, who sat across from him on the other bed, her face twisted in rage.

Then his gaze fell on Georgia, who lay beside him. His eyes snapped open as he took in the situation, inspecting himself before looking back at Georgia.

Realization dawned in his smoldering eyes as he saw the state he and Georgia were in, and they filled with disbelief.

What had happened? Last night, he was sure he had been holding Hertha.

Georgia woke up too, sitting up abruptly as the covers slid off her. She scrambled to pull them back, covering herself as she hurriedly tried to explain to Alaric, “Alaric, you were drunk last night. I don’t blame you. We’re engaged, after all. We were bound to become husband and wife eventually.”

Her words confirmed what had happened between Alaric and her.

incredulity and denial as he looked from Georgia

much to drink last night, but he remembered, albeit hazily,

have been

words. They had slept together, and right

last night, with no memory of what

knew was the scene that

it had been smashed with a hammer. Breathing heavily, she let out a bitter laugh and said, “So you two lovebirds decide to get it on with me as a

door, not even bothering to put on shoes, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she fought back a surge of bitter emotion.

to follow her, but then he realized his own embarrassing state. He hastily wrapped himself in the covers and bent down to grab his clothes off

better explain what the hell happened

even got a room for you and Hertha. But then you suddenly grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let me leave.