The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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David didn't even wait for Donovan to try to charm him into staying; he just left.

Alaric, treating Donovan like he was invisible, turned to Hertha and said, "Hertha, shall we?" Hertha rolled her eyes at him. She initially wanted to decline. Why on earth would she want to dine with him? But it turned out he was using the guise of work to have lunch with her. Donovan had mentioned that entertaining Alaric was her main task for the day. So, quitting wasn't an option. She had no choice but to join him for lunch.

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"Let's grab sbarbecue," Alaric suggested.

"No way, I'm craving hot pot!" Hertha wasn't about to let him have his way. She didn't have the slightest interest in barbecue. Nothing could beat the aroma of hot pot. "Alright then, hot pot it is," Alaric immediately agreed, surprising her.

Hertha shot him a puzzled look. "Alaric, since when did you becso spineless? I decide what we eat, and you just go along with it? Aren't you going to put up a fight?" "Spine doesn't fill the stomach. I've even given up my title as the Falconer family's second son; what do I need spine for?" Alaric said with a playful smile, teasing her.

The playful light in his eyes seemed casual, but it was filled with unspoken affection. His seemingly simple words were actually a declaration. He had renounced his affluent lifestyle and the engagement to Georgia, all to pursue her.

His words, and the way he looked at her, made Hertha's heart skip a beat. She quickly looked away, her heart racing as she said, "Hot pot then, since the company's paying." With that, she quickened her pace. Alaric caught up with her in a few strides.

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FAVOURITE GAMES ON At the hot pot restaurant, Hertha ate voraciously. Alaric attentively prepared the food, making sure Hertha's bowl was never empty. Noticing Hertha's hair almost dipping into the pot, he chuckled and said, "Slow down, I won't steal your food..." As he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Hertha abruptly pulled away, looking at him with a mix of fear and defiance. "Why are you touching my hair? You trying to embarrassby pulling off my wig?" Hertha's hair was still short, barely grown back, making her wig her shield, a semblance of dignity. If her wig were to be pulled off, she'd feel as exposed as if she were stripped naked in the street, utterly defenseless.

A previous incident during a horseback ride, where her wig had been blown away, leaving. Ker Bald in front of Alaric, haunted her for nights. This fear made her dreadfully wary of Alaric touching her hair, fearing embarrassment. Alaric paused, hurt by her instinctual reaction of distrust and defense. Did she really see him as such a joker? Her actions silently wounded him.

Alaric clenched his fist slightly, withdrawing his hand, and with a forced smile, he said, "There's plenty etx of food. No need to cook your hair. I just wanted to keep it out of the pot. It's not like we're going to eat it, right?"

Continuing to prepare the hot pot, Alaric played it cool. Hertha blinked, realizing her misunderstanding. She tucked her hair behind her ear and picked up her chopsticks to reseating, "A heads-up would've been enough. I can handle it. My hair is too precious, and I can't afford another mishap." Alaric nodded, acknowledging her words. Hertha then placed sfood into Alaric's bowl. "Your turn to eat. Don't just watch me." X

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