The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1942

Hertha dragged Thalassa towards the barbecue joint with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

Truth be told, Thalassa loved spicy food too, but just as they reached the entrance, a sudden thought made her halt: “Let’s skip it. Maybe we shouldn’t do hotpot tonight.”

Hertha looked at her, puzzled. “What’s up? You used to love tearing into those super spicy hotpots.”

Thalassa confessed, “I’ve got the courthouse appointment with Lysander tomorrow to make it official. If I dive into that spicy hotpot tonight and end up with a pimple, it’ll ruin the photos.”

“What did you just say?” The words hit Hertha like a ton of bricks, her wide eyes shining under the mall lights like two bright stars.

After her initial shock, Hertha squealed and hugged Thalassa, jumping up and down, “Oh my god, you and Lysander are tying the knot! That’s amazing!”

Her excitement was genuine. Thalassa and Lysander had been through so much, circling back to each other after all these years, finally ready to seal the deal.

No one knew better than Hertha the roller coaster of a journey Thalassa and Lysander had been on.

Her outburst turned a few heads.

Feeling a tad embarrassed, Thalassa whispered, “Hertha, chill with the theatrics. We’re in public, everyone’s staring.”

That calmed Hertha down, her excitement momentarily plateauing.

“Alright, alright, let’s hit up that Korean restaurant for some bibimbap, get it without the spicy sauce. When did your skin decide it’s allergic to spice anyway?” In a flash, Hertha understood Thalassa’s concern.

Linking arms with Thalassa, they made their way to the Korean restaurant next door.

“Oh, wait…” Hertha leaned in closer, lowering her voice so no one else could hear, glancing around to make sure they were in the clear. “Lysander’s been having trouble with his leg, right? How’s... you know... that aspect? Do you guys still, uh, have that kind of intimacy?”

Thalassa’s cheeks flamed up at the question, glancing around nervously as if the walls might be listening.

Seeing that no one paid them any mind, Thalassa’s ears still turned a shade that rivaled the bloom of roses in June.

With a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, she whispered back, “Why do you have to start with such a bold question? Can’t you be a bit more ladylike?”

“Come on, since when have you known me to be ladylike? If I were, I wouldn’t be Hertha. Spill the beans, c’mon,” Hertha laughed, refusing to drop her tomboyish charm, her curiosity about the answer undimmed.

Thalassa knew Hertha all too well; her curiosity was like an itch that wouldn't go away without a scratch. She needed details, or she’d be restless all day.