The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1145

"Hasn't he gotten himself into enough scrapes?" Angelina said with a sigh. She knew him better than anyone else.

"I have a plan to test whether their feelings are genuine. You go ahead and mingle with the guests. I'll take care of things in the kitchen," Beatrice suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She gently pushed Angelina's arm, assuring her with a nod.

"Do you really have a way?" Angelina couldn't quite believe it.

"Just trust me and go. The meal will be ready soon," Beatrice said with a hint of mystery in her voice.

Angelina could just leave the kitchen.

About forty minutes later, the dining table was laden with an array of delectable dishes, with a focus on seafood.

Hertha was summoned to sit at the table with Alaric by her side, which was a picture of a young couple meeting the family.

Beatrice was the epitome of warmth and politeness as she served Hertha, saying, "Hertha, you must be starving. Help yourself to plenty."

Hertha gratefully accepted the servings Beatrice offered her, along with a small bowl of soup, and said politely, "That’s very kind of you, Mr. and Mrs. Falconer."

Beatrice nodded affectionately, then ladled another bowl of soup for Alaric.

For Hertha, it was a comforting bowl of chicken soup, and for Alaric, it was a tangy seafood bisque.

"Hertha enjoys seafood, so we’ll swap." Alaric, wincing at the fishy smell, was about to swap bowls.

But before he could act, Beatrice interjected sternly, "I made that especially for you. Drink it up. No swapping."

Alaric's hand, poised to exchange the bowls, froze at his grandmother's unexpected severity.

Hertha interpreted this as Beatrice's special love for Alaric; the soup must be nutritious, a health booster meant just for him. To waste it would be a shame.

She quickly laughed it off, "Go on, drink it. That's your grandma's love in a bowl. I've got my own soup right here."