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.

her eyes to Alaric, she met his gaze, those narrow eyes twinkling with mischief and a hint of something

knees turned to jelly, her alarm morphing into something that fluttered like butterflies in

full of promise, that had made her fall head over heels for Alaric three years ago. And she hadn’t been able

look, how in the

blushed a shade of pink as she glared

trying to charm her

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

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

let anyone, especially not Alaric, lay a finger on them.

smirk. “You’re already touching me. Is it a crime if I return the