The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric caught the lettuce she tossed his way and dunked it into the hotpot, all the while wearing a grin. "I didn't say anything; you're the one overthinking things." "See, you always shift the blame for your own actions and words onto others. Lucky for me, I cut my losses early," Hertha retorted, rolling her eyes at Alaric. Words spoken without intent, heard with all the more.

Hertha's comment made Alaric pause, his heart tightening a bit as his narrow, hawk-like eyes locked onto hers.

A shadow of sorrow and deep introspection lingered in his gaze.

Was it his fault Hertha wasn't with him?

Did her words imply her attraction started with his looks but ended with his personality?

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just stating facts! Go ask any of the women you've dated; they'd all think the same," Hertha said between bites, not sparing any feelings.

But Alaric, thick-skinned as ever, wasn't one to take offense.

him was the

a word, continuing to add more ingredients to

pulled away gave him something to work on. As long as he knew the reason, he could try to adjust in a way she'd appreciate. It was a step up from being in the

a fair distance from Thalassa, irritated by the contrasting ways Lysander treated them Rosalind couldn't hide her discomfort, complaining, "Why did you bring Thalassa along? She's got work, you

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her the most. If things go south, at least he can see her one last time," Reginald explained, gripping the steering wheel firmly as he drove. "Stop talking nonsense! Dad's going to be fine," Rosalind hastily countered, trying

brows furrowed, her hands clenching unconsciously

enabled her to meet Zephyr and take

her under