The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1137

"Seriously, what's your beef with Georgia? Why can't you stand her?" Angelina was at her wits' end with him.

"It's simple, I just don't like her. She's so skinny, like a walking skeleton. Every time I see her, something inside me just recoils," Alaric complained, looking visibly annoyed.

"And what's your type, then?"

"I like a girl with some curves, a bit on the plush side, and cute," Alaric said off the top of his head.

"Do you even have a girlfriend like that? If she's a decent girl, I wouldn't give you any grief if you settled down with her," Angelina went with his words, betting that he was just making excuses.

"Of course, I do. And things between us are great," Alaric asserted.

"Then why were you hitting on girls at the bar just now?" Angelina shot back.

"That was just because we had a little fight. I was trying to get a rise out of her," Alaric blurted out without thinking.

"Really? And who is she? Does she even exist? I'm genuinely curious," Angelina crossed her arms and smirked at him, ready to catch him in his lie.

"Just wait here, I'll go find her," Alaric said and turned towards the bar.

Angelina was left speechless. She thought the mystery woman was elsewhere. Why the bar, of all places?

Sipping on a juice she mistook for a cocktail, Hertha sat sulking, oblivious to her error. Suddenly, a large presence took the seat beside her, and a familiar figure entered her line of sight.

Turning her head, she saw Alaric's devilishly handsome face, his usually mischievous eyes now showing a rare seriousness. He reached over and snatched the juice from Hertha's grasp.

"Why are you stealing my cocktail?" Hertha instinctively reached out her hand to snatch the drink.