The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric Falconer deftly caught the lettuce she tossed his way and dunked it into the hotpot, his smile unwavering. "I didn't say a thing. You're the one jumping to conclusions." "See? Always acting innocent and then playing the blame game. Good thing I cut my losses early," Hertha Kensington huffed, rolling her eyes at Alaric.

Words spoken without intent, heard with deep meaning.

Hertha's remark momentarily froze Alaric, his heart tightening as he turned his slender, hawk-like gaze towards her.

A shadow of sorrow and depth lingered in his eyes.

Was it his fault that Hertha wouldn't be with him?

Did her words mean her affection for him started with his looks but ended with his personality?

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just stating the facts! Go ask any of your exes, they all think the same," Hertha said between bites, never missing a chance to tease him.

thick skin; nothing she said could truly

him was Hertha's favorite

at the corners of his mouth silently and continued to add more ingredients to

away, all he had to do was adjust his behavior

speeding toward Starhaven Hospital, with Rosalind and Thalassa seated in the back. Rosalind kept her distance from Thalassa, envious of the attention

any longer. "Bro, Thalassa has to work.

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

she's your sister. Dad's been most worried about her. If he's on his last breath, having Thalassa by his side would mean he could die peacefully," Reginald replied, his grip on the steering wheel

her brows knit together in