The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha was over the moon, and even in her joy, she couldn't resist teasing Thalassa.

It was one of those blissful moments that made everything seem brighter and more fun.

With a laugh, Thalassa said, "Why should I save money for Lysander? He can definitely afford dinner, but we've got movie plans tonight. Let's raincheck?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, aiming for some alone time, huh? Afraid we'll crash your romantic date?" Hertha teased her with a grin.

Her smile was unshakeable ever since she found out Thalassa and Lysander had made it official. It was as if Thalassa's happiness brought her even more joy than her own milestones.

"You didn't exactly throw us a dinner party when you two eloped, did you? Kept it all hush-hush, only to spill the beans after enjoying your little love bubble for days," Thalassa shot back, poking fun at Hertha and Alaric's own secretive celebration.

Her words were an admission of wanting that same kind of intimate world with Lysander, away from any potential third wheels.

a classic couple's activity that Thalassa didn't want spoiled

up, worried that your connection isn't solid as a rock yet?" Hertha noticed Thalassa's unabashed longing to

made Thalassa's heart skip a beat, gripping her phone a

some reason, Hertha's words struck a nerve, poking at a tender spot

worried about the strength of her relationship with

for jesting, saying, "Keep cuddling

Hertha's response, Thalassa ended the call, let out a sigh, and tried to

phone, blinked her large, curious eyes

Hertha's hair into a wild mess, "You're overthinking it. Thalassa just got officially together with Lysander; she should be

for a moment, realizing the truth in his words. Today was supposed to be one of Thalassa's happiest days,