The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1632

Alaric was fuming, his heart a tinderbox ignited at the thought of Hertha fancying someone else, dreaming of having her way with another man in bed. It was like a firecracker had been set off in Alaric's chest, flaring his temper instantly. How could she fancy someone else, fantasizing about being with another man in bed?

Alaric slammed the brakes, his gaze shooting daggers at Hertha. Hertha, jolted forward by his sudden stop, nearly hit her forehead against the back of the passenger seat. She quickly steadied herself, barely avoiding injury. Shaken, her first concern was for Thalassa, “Thalassa, are you alright?”

Thalassa, clinging to the back of the driver’s seat, shook her head, “I’m fine.”

Hertha, irritated, glared at Alaric, “Are you crazy, slamming the brakes like that? What if you had given me another concussion? I’m still not over the last one!”

Alaric, already seething, felt his anger deflate a bit at her retort. His impulsive braking, he realized, had been reckless. Swallowing his pride, he mumbled an apology, “Sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Is there going to be a next time? We’re not riding with you anymore!” Hertha huffed, turning her gaze away in a mix of anger and pride.

Alaric, coming back to his senses, restarted the car, knowing Hertha was upset. He didn’t press her further on the topic. But the thought of her liking someone else, fantasizing about being with them, left Alaric feeling all kinds of messed up.

They reached Star Harbor Villa first. Thalassa told Alaric to stop at the entrance, sparing him the trouble of having to drive out again.

Stepping out, Thalassa walked towards her house, only to see someone standing at the door. The person was dressed in a sleek blue turtleneck under a black and white checkered shirt, paired with navy slim-fit trousers and dark shoes. Standing tall and elegant, his presence was the epitome of grace, his eyes always holding a gentle smile.