The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 444
No one knew where slie got her courage from, but Hertha quickly stepped forward, positioning her body to block the closet door.
With a sheepish grin, she said, “Mr. Sinclair, this is my private closet. It’s filled with my clothes. It would be...inappropriate to
open it.”
Her words had barely left her lips when she was met with Lysander’s icy stare. His handsome face was as cold as frost; it
seemed that he could see right through her with those sharp, icy, oppressive eyes.
Hertha couldn’t help but shiver under his scrutiny.
She recoiled slightly and stepped aside like a cat,
As soon as she moved, Lysander swung open the closet door.
The dark and enclosed space was suddenly filled with light.
Thalassa’s eyes were met with the sight of Lysander’s tall and imposing figure, standing just a few feet away from her.
His aura was intimidating, his body emanating a cold sharpness, his face stern.
Thalassa locked eyes with him.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The second she saw Lysander, Thalassa’s heart throbbed, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Get out!” Lysander’s deep voice echoed through the room.
Thalassa shuddered and meekly stepped out of the closet.
“Well, isn’t this a show? A disappearing act in broad daylight.” Alaric leaned casually against the door frame with a playful smirk
on his face; his tone was teasing.
Thalassa closed the closet door and hung her head, not daring to look at Lysander’s expression.

Hertha sensed the tension in the air. It was especially emanating from Lysander, whose face was as dark as an overcast sky
before the imminent storm.
In a rare moment of insight, she decided to leave the room and give the two some privacy.
As she walked past Alaric, he merely shifted to the side to let her pass, showing no intention of leaving. Instead, he watched
Thalassa and Lysander with a look of amusement, as if watching a juicy piece of gossip unfold.
Hertha, left speechless, turned back and grabbed Alaric’s arm, attempting to pull him away.
Alaric, visibly annoyed, asked, “Hertha, what are you doing? Trying to get a piece of me? One touch, one favor. You’ve touched
me more than once.” Hertha quickly released him. She lifted her hand in the air and said in nervousness, “Don’t be ridiculous. I
didn’t touch you.”
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Alaric gestured towards his arm, “Your hands were all over me just now, weren’t they?
She had intended to explain herself in the first place; but seeing his smug expression. Hertha hardened her resolve. She stepped
forward to grip his arm firmly, “Fine, I touched you, so what? Come with me. Since I already owe you a favor, I might as well get
my money’s worth!”
This time, Hertha didn’t just hold onto his arm over his clothes. She grabbed his hand directly, pulling him towards the door with a
mix of coaxing and dragging, and shut it behind them.
Alaric was in disbelief; the woman really had the guts.
“Hey, lady, have some decency! Let go of my hand!” Although Alaric was angry, he didn’t shake her off, instead letting her
release him on her own.
He had never met a woman as bold as her!
“Hey, I’m not letting go. I’m going to touch. Not just your hand, but your abs too. Remember how many favors I owe you. Keep
count.” Hertha’s words were bold as hell. As she spoke, she freed one hand and reached for Alaric’s stomach.
Alaric thought she was just joking around, but to his surprise, she really did reach for his abs.

Instead of dodging, he was letting her succeed.
Even though she was touching him over his shirt, Hertha could still feel the strong muscles underneath.
They were full of masculine charm. The feeling was amazing.
Her heart fluttered at the touch.
She was in trouble; she was falling deeper for this man! What should she do now?
Seeing Hertha’s infatuated expression, Alaric became anxious. He finally took things seriously, taking a few steps back. He
shook off her hand and said in a righteous tone, “Hertha, are you a hooligan? They said a mother is like a wildcat, is that true?”