The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Fine, that jerk made his bed, now he can lie in it! Thalassa, are you free right now? Why don't you come over to my place? We could really use a good chat." Hertha was quick to shift gears, cursing Lysander under her breath and no longer trying to push Thalassa towards him.

Knowing that Thalassa was now on her own, Hertha was aware that solitude could lead to overthinking. So she invited Thalassa over, knowing that a lively atmosphere could help shake off the blues.

"Sure, I'll be there soon." After hanging up the phone, Thalassa got moving.

Driving her car, Thalassa arrived at the Gulfstream Community.

As she approached Hertha's building, she spotted a tall, devilishly handsome man lingering outside. Dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his lean arms added to his allure.

It was Alaric!

Seeing him, Thalassa's internal alarm bells went off.

Alaric saw Thalassa first, his eyes lighting up as he approached her. "Thalassa, you're here to see Hertha, right?"

smirking gaze, Thalassa tensed up. "It's Tuesday, shouldn't you

of all places! He couldn't possibly be here

lips curled into a mischievous smile. "You lead the

he positioned

forward, she turned around and scrutinized him with a wary look. "Mr. Falconer, why aren't you at home sleeping on your day

PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

when a good friend is hurt, you should warm their heart with a visit and a get-well gift. I've

bush and admitting he was

don't you just go up then?" Thalassa

apartment is hers," Alaric replied, maintaining his charming yet polite

Hertha before, knew she lived in the Gulfstream Community, and even

of Hertha, I thank you, Mr. Falconer, for your concern. We appreciate the thought, but no need for a gift.