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 to Alaric, she met his gaze, those narrow eyes twinkling with mischief

eyes met, and Hertha’s knees turned to jelly, her alarm morphing

eyes, devilish and full of promise, that had made her fall head over heels

look, how in the world was she supposed

you giving me that look?‘ Hertha’s cheeks blushed a shade of pink as she glared at Alaric, half–annoyed and

he trying to charm

sake. He was off–limits, and no matter how much

a distance from Alaric. She couldn’t risk ending up like Thalassa, who’d had

Achilles‘ heel. She’d never let anyone, especially not Alaric,

had Hertha finished her thought than Alaric’s gaze slid down to his arm with a roguish smirk. “You’re already touching me.