The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1189



Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189


Chapter 1189


Hertha had barely managed two bites of the food before she could no longer feign enjoyment. As the


forkfuls piled up, her stomach revolted against the heavy cream and cheese.


Forcing herself to swallow, a wave of nausea hit her, and she felt the urge to vomit. She clenched her


teeth and endured, swallowing the mouthful of food before excusing herself, “I’m just going to pop to


the loo, back in a jiff.”


Spencer nodded understandingly, “Sure thing.”


“Hey, Thalassa, come with me, will you?” Hertha beckoned her best friend before heading out.


Once inside the restroom, Hertha leaned over the basin and heaved a couple of times, trying to keep


down the culinary disaster.


Thalassa rubbed her back soothingly and offered some sisterly advice, “If you’re not into it, don’t string


Spencer along. It’s not fair to him; he’s an innocent in all this.”


Only a true friend could cut to the heart of the matter with such candor.


Hertha rinsed her mouth out, took a deep breath to steady herself, and faced Thalassa. “I know. I’m


going to settle the bill, and once we’re out of this restaurant, I’ll make things clear to him.”


She had been ready to come clean to Spencer already, but then Alaric had barged in with Georgia,


both families in tow to discuss wedding plans.


The sight of Alaric, the losses she’d suffered at his hands, ignited a stubborn pride in Hertha. She didn’t


want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her down. So, she had chatted with Spencer as if they were


the oldest of friends.


But there was Alaric, seated behind them, cozying up to Georgia, every word a needle to Hertha’s


heart.


“Just say you’re full and leave it at that,” Thalassa suggested, seeing Hertha’s discomfort.


“Right,” Hertha agreed with a nod.


After a moment to collect herself, Hertha and Thalassa stepped out of the restroom, only to find Alaric


leaning casually against the wall, his narrow eyes fixed on them, obviously waiting.


Seeing Alaric, both Hertha and Thalassa halted.


Thalassa let go of Hertha’s shoulder, “You two talk. I’ll head out.”


With Thalassa gone, Hertha frowned and met Alaric’s mocking gaze. Her heart skipped despite herself,


recalling his earlier words to Georgia, like how he’d enjoy anything she chose.


Hertha squashed the flicker of attraction, looked away, and hastened her step.


A hand caught her wrist, halting her escape.


Hertha stopped but didn’t turn around.


Alaric’s grip was firm, his taunting voice breaking the silence, “A returned scholar with a six-figure


salary. His annual pay wouldn’t even cover your daily expenses, would it?”


His scorn was a blade that cut deep into Hertha’s heart, a mix of pain and rage.


Hertha exhaled sharply, her patience at its end. She shook off his hand, spun around to face him, and


with a resentful glare, she snapped, “You’re wrong. I’m not after his money; I’m into him for who he is.


But you? All about the cash. I could blow through your fortune in a day and not bat an eyelid. But his


money, every penny he earns, means something. Even buying me dinner pains me, because he’s


worked for it.”


With those heated words, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving Alaric and his provocations


behind.


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