The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1422

Hertha’s heart pounded like a drum solo as she whipped her head around. At the playground, there was a scene sweet enough to be painted on a postcard: a toddler was cautiously climbing the steps to the slide, with Bridget hovering anxiously like a protective hen, her head bowed, hands ready to catch the little one at the slightest wobble.

Perched at the top of the slide was another little nugget of cuteness, Hertha’s son, Julian, prepped and primed for the thrill of the descent. His gaze was locked onto the spot where Hertha stood. Just one focused look and he’d spot her for sure.

At that realization, Hertha gasped silently and averted her face, striding with purpose toward Alaric.

Reaching his side, she grabbed his arm instinctively and steered him away from the scene.

They sidled up beside a house, its walls serving as a shield from Julian and Helena’s sight. It was only when they were safely out of view that Hertha’s tense heart allowed itself a timid sigh of relief.

eyes twinkling with mischief

jelly, her alarm morphing into something that

that had made her fall head over heels

that same look, how in the world was she supposed to

a shade of pink as she

to charm her again?

heaven’s sake. He was off–limits, and no

herself to keep a distance from Alaric. She couldn’t risk ending up like Thalassa,

Achilles‘ heel. She’d never let anyone, especially not Alaric, lay a finger on them.

Hertha finished her thought than Alaric’s gaze slid down to his arm with a roguish smirk. “You’re already touching me. Is it a crime if I return the