The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1408

Alaric’s gaze was too intense that it unsettled Hertha.

His eyes seemed to hold a lingering thought of her, as if wondering if she had an opinion on whether he should reconcile with Georgia.

To an outsider, it might seem like he was genuinely asking for her advice. But in reality, what happened between him and Georgia was none of Hertha’s business.

Meeting Alaric’s piercing eyes, Hertha’s heart fluttered with increasing panic. She quickly averted her gaze and stammered, “Whether you patch things up with her or not is your deal. Thalassa is waiting for me downstairs, I should go.”

With that, she rushed to the elevator, stepping into the first one that arrived. Just as she was about to hit the close button, Alaric’s tall figure entered, standing close beside her.

The elevator doors slid shut, and Hertha pressed the button for the ground floor.

In the confined space, it was just Hertha and Alaric. He was standing within an arm’s reach of her, his faint scent of peppermint and tobacco lingering in the air, mixed with a strong masculine presence.

the first time she met him–her cheeks flushed, heart pounding and her entire being yearning to be near

years, the sensation hadn’t diminished

allowing herself to look back at him or show any

out of fear that he would see right, through her–that

of her guilt, her nervousness, she felt utterly exposed.

him

Hertha blurted, trying to mask the quiver in her

echoed awkwardly in the

see the top of her head and her

still a touch of baby fat on her

sight of her mature yet adorable profile made Alaric’s breath catch and his heartbeat

still had feelings for

contrast to his indifference towards Georgia–no matter how much she flirted in front