The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1231

Raising his glass, he beckoned to her, "Drink up."

Hertha glared at him furiously, snatched the glass from his hand and said with a huff, "Fine, I'll drink! Here's to you and Georgia tying the knot and popping out a bunch of kids soon!"

With that, she downed the whiskey in one gulp.

"Hey..." Seeing her knock it back, Alaric wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.

Whiskey is strong stuff, and she was going to get drunk fast.

The fiery liquor scorched Hertha, making her grimace in discomfort.

Alaric couldn't help but chuckle at the array of expressions crossing Hertha's face, "You know, anyone would think you're drowning your sorrows over my engagement to Georgia rather than offering congratulations."

His teasing words were taken to heart by Hertha.

Inside, Hertha felt as if she had been doused with spirits, a burning bitterness spreading rapidly through her chest, far more intense than the spiciness on her tongue.

Compared to the intoxication in her heart, the taste in her mouth seemed quite mild.

Hertha fought through the discomfort and lifted her eyes. A mist began to form in her eyes as she looked across at Alaric.

It was hard to tell if the tears were from the alcohol or a broken heart.

Seeing her like this, Alaric's teasing manner faded, replaced by seriousness as he looked at her intently.

"Hertha, you..."

"I've had my drink, why aren't you drinking then?" Hertha's grip tightened as she stared him down, "I sincerely wish you and Georgia all the best – won't you do the same for me and Spencer?"

Her words were sharp, a facade masking her inner turmoil.

Alaric's eyes flickered, noticing the tears brimming in hers. He had been concerned about her, but her statement turned his worry into a lump in his throat.