The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa toyed with the idea of calling Lysander to tell him the news but then thought better of it. She didn't want to interrupt his day with something that could easily wait until he got home. After all, the marriage license wasn't going anywhere as long as she kept it safe.

Instead of bothering Lysander, she dialed Hertha's number.

The phone was picked up almost immediately, but Hertha's voice was thick with sleep, unmistakably groggy.

Thalassa couldn't help but chuckle, "Had a wild night with your hubby, huh? Sleeping in till the sun's high in the sky?"

Hertha shot up in bed, surprised, and asked, "How did you know?"

Then, realizing her mistake, her face flushed with embarrassment, she accused, "Thalassa, you're terrible! What are you thinking about?"

"It's not like she's wrong," mumbled Alaric from beside her, stretching his long legs over hers, still half-asleep as he joined in their conversation. Hearing their banter, Thalassa burst into laughter.

Embarrassed yet amused, Hertha tried to push Alaric away, saying, "Shoo, stop making a fuss!"

it's not what you think," Hertha hurriedly tried to explain while pushing Alaric

her way without batting

stop teasing," Thalassa said, trying to contain her

got something to tell you," Thalassa finally got to

morning," Hertha said, her nerves on edge, hoping for something

to hold back, Thalassa blurted out, "Lysander and I got

Hertha was her closest confidant, Thalassa always shared her news with her

"Really?!" Hertha exclaimed, shocked.

"Yes, really," confirmed Thalassa.

loud it could've pierced eardrums, her joy and surprise vibrating

feel Hertha's

Lysander made it official! So, when's the celebration dinner?" Hertha asked,