The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1147
Hertha’s words were a jumbled rush as she turned to leave.
Alaric took long strides to catch her, his grip firm on her wrist.
Hertha’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to face his piercing gaze, those captivating eyes making her heart racing as if it
might leap right out of her chest.
He leaned in close, his breath just inches from her face, the heady scent of his masculinity enveloping her.
Hertha’s heart wasn’t just racing now. Her cheeks were aflame as if she had just pulled
fresh cookies from the oven.
Flustered, she tried to pull away. Her voice was tinged with panic, “What are you doing? Let go of me...
As she panicked, Alaric’s other hand covered her mouth, his voice a magnetic whisper at her ear, “Shh, keep it down. Someone’s
eavesdropping outside.”
Eavesdropping?
Hertha’s eyes widened in shock. Who would be listening in? And what were they listening
for?
While Hertha was still reeling, Alaric’s husky voice returned, his lips grazing her ear as he murmured, “My mom and grandma
probably suspect something about us. They orchestrated this little scenario, sending you to my room to see how we’d interact,

while they’re outside listening in...”
Just moments ago, Alaric had sensed something fishy when Beatrice and Angelina had headed to the kitchen together. His
mother was a shrewd woman. She was definitely testing them.
Alaric’s chest pressed against Hertha’s back, and he was just as feverish as she was. Sweat was soaking through his shirt. Even
through the wet fabric, the heat of his body set Hertha’s heart fluttering with nervous anticipation.
Especially with his deep voice so close, warm breath tickling her neck, teasing the tender skin there until it felt like a feather
dancing across her heart. Her body shivered, and she
shrank into herself.
Her voice was small and helpless, “What do we do now?”
The thought that Beatrice and Angelina were outside listening in was terrifying! If they seemed too distant with each other, all
would be undone.
She had agreed to help Alaric break off his engagement with Georgia, after all.
“It’s okay. Just follow my lead,” Alaric said in a rough whisper, his voice thick with
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restraint.

His body was unusually hot, as if a fire blazed within him, threatening to consume him-especially now pressed against Hertha.
His throat tightened, his blood churning with the effort to hold back.
Hertha’s clothes clung to her damp skin, outlining her voluptuous figure. A few strands of her hair stuck to her rounded face,
making her both endearing and seductive.
Alaric was on the edge, wanting nothing more than to tear away her clothes and kiss her fiercely.
But he knew he couldn’t. Their relationship was a sham. With great effort, he kept himself in check.
“What should I do?” Hertha asked at a loss.
Alaric turned the shower on, letting the cold water cascade over them both.
“Ah, oh...” Having been feeling as if she might melt from the heat, Hertha hadn’t expected the sudden cold shower. The shock of
the temperature change made her cry out and shiver.
“Are you okay?” Alaric asked with concern, adjusting the shower to a warmer
temperature.
Once she had acclimated a bit, Hertha chided him, “Take it easy, will you? What’s the hurry?”
Outside the door, Beatrice and Angelina were listening in on their conversation. They exchanged glances. A knowing smile
spread across Beatrice’s face, a blend of mischief and delight.