Chapter 438
The more Hertha talked, the more Thalassa blushed, her cheeks turning red like ripe apples.
Hertha, the rascal, was bold and blunt. She could talk about anything and everything without a hint of hesitation.
Her words unconsciously conjured up images in Thalassa’s mind, scenes from last night when Lysander had left her breathless
and exhausted.
Her face reddened, and she chastised, “Hertha, can you stop messing around? We’re having a serious conversation here!”
Thalassa rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat on the couch, clearly exasperated with her friend’s antics.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop laughing,” Hertha promised, pursing her lips in an attempt to suppress her laughter. But it was no use,
and her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably from her silent giggles.
Thalassa simply stared at her.
Hertha knew she was being ridiculous, but she just couldn’t help herself.
Clearing her throat, she mimicked a classic yoga pose, taking deep breaths in and out.
Once she had managed to rein in her laughter, she turned to Thalassa with a solemn expression. “Look, you’ve got nothing to be
upset about. Think about it, you’ve got Lysander, a man who’s as handsome as a Hollywood star and built like a Greek god. I
can’t even sleep thinking about him. You should be celebrating, not sulking.”
As she finished her little pep talk, Hertha gave Thalassa a comforting pat on the shoulder.
“Then why don’t you take him?” Thalassa retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“You think I haven’t tried? The man won’t even give me a second glance,” Hertha replied, her face turning a shade of pink.
Thalassa buried her face in her hands, “That’s not the point, Hertha. I’m worried about how he knew I didn’t go home or that I
met with Leopold. He’s too smart. I’m scared that he’ll find out about our secret.”
“Well, if he does find out, you can always discuss custody and child support. He’s loaded. It’s only right that he helps out,” Hertha
suggested.
“But what if he tries to take my babies away from me? He’s so domineering and ruthless. Plus, he knows I’m Bruce’s daughter,
and he can’t stand me,” Thalassa admitted her voice barely a whisper.
Hertha thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. “You’re right, and we need to find a way to keep your kids safe from
Lysander.”
The two women wracked their brains but couldn’t come up with a solid plan.
Just then, Hertha’s phone rang. It was Alaric!
Hertha was so excited that she fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it twice. She took a deep breath to calm herself before
answering the call.
In a soft, flirtatious voice, she greeted, “Hello, to what do I owe the pleasure? Miss me already?”
“Cut the crap!” Alaric’s voice was clearly annoyed. “Can you be normal for once?”
Hertha was taken aback. She had tried being nice and got shot down.
She sighed deeply, “What do you want, Alaric?”
Thalassa watched aghast as Hertha went from sweet to sassy in the blink of an eye.
“Do you remember the favor you owe me from last time at that hotel?” Alaric’s voice was stern.
“What hotel? What favor?” Hertha was confused, her tone a mix of irritation and confusion.
Suddenly, she remembered, and her voice dropped to a whisper, “Oh, that time. We agreed to call it even, remember?”
They had agreed to go their separate ways after that incident, so Alaric’s sudden call was a surprise.
“We’re far from even! You tricked me, Hertha, and now you must face the consequences!” Alaric’s voice was foreboding.