The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1416

Alaric’s ragged breath fanned across Hertha’s face, his long lashes brushing her cheek, sending shivers down her spine like a current of electricity. His alluring face was inches away, his lips pressed fervently against hers.

It was the tremble, the heart–racing, the thrill she had dreamed of countless times, where she and Alaric were locked in a passionate embrace, just like this.

Hertha felt as if her toes were curling.

For three years, she had daydreamed and nightdreamed about this man.

Hertha was no innocent like Thalassa. When she missed a man, she entertained vivid dreams of rolling in the hay with him, kissing him endlessly, sleeping with him through countless imagined encounters.

masculine presence enveloping

spite and anger.

on Alaric’s face and pushed him away, her wide, watery eyes filled with indignation as she panted, “Alaric, I am not a pawn

Thalassa had been treated by Lysander, especially being used by Alaric as a strategy

eyes held hers, and beneath the anger, there was an undeniable longing that had surged unbidden when he kissed her. It was the same desire that had roared within him three years ago, the night they had crossed

saw you as a pawn.” Alaric’s voice was hoarse, tinged with raw

suppressed his feelings for three long years. He had wanted to find Hertha, to explain to her that he didn’t want to be with Georgia. He just wanted to be

him with Georgia and stormed out, haunted him. He had chased

only showed their softest side to the man they truly cherished. Seeing Hertha’s affection

had vanished from his life, no