The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Hertha's breathing hitched, her eyelashes fluttered, and as she closed her eyes, she could feel Alaric's hot breath on her cheek, his lips inching closer and closer, almost about to kiss her when- "Hertha, why can't I open your room?" Suddenly, Kimberly's voice echoed from outside the door.

Hertha's mind raced, shocked, she opened her eyes wide and saw Alaric's handsface so close to hers. Hastily, she pushed him away with one hand and nervously responded to her mother outside, "Oh, the door lock is acting up..." After she spoke, Hertha twisted her face in guilt, amazed at her own ability to lie on the spot.

"The lock's broken? What a hassle, can't even get into the room. I'll go out and buy a new one," Kimberly said before leaving.

Only after hearing the door close did Hertha let out a huge sigh of relief, nearly scared to death.

Her heart was like a roller coaster, soaring and diving, thrilling yet terrifying.

Just as Hertha relaxed, Alaric's deep, teasing voice sounded in her ear: "I helped you out. How are you going to thank me?" Hertha looked at him incredulously, "Have you no shame? When did you ever help me?" "The keys are on the dining table," Alaric said.

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Seeing his amused expression, Hertha instantly understood-Alaric had locked the room from the outside when he cout. That's why her mother couldn't open the door.

Hertha chuckled mockingly, "Didn't know you had psychic abilities. So impressive, why don't you beca fortune-teller?" After speaking, Hertha grabbed a bathrobe hanging in the bathroom, wrapped it around herself, and stepped out.

She immediately picked up the keys to unlock the door, swiftly gathered the clothes scattered on the floor, not bothering to sort whose were whose, and threw them all into the washing machine, followed by the bedsheets.

After adding detergent, she started the washing machine.

Having done all this, she quickly went back to her room to change into a fresh set of clothes.

Properly dressed, her tense nerves finally relaxed a bit.

She had planned to take a nice shower, but now, even after changing, she felt uncomfortably sticky.

No matter, dealing with her mother's imminent return was the top priority.

Scouring her wardrobe, Hertha realized not a single piece of clothing would fit Alaric.

Taking a deep breath, she approached the bathroom door and knocked: "Alaric, cout!" "What? I'm not done showering," Alaric said.

"You still feel like taking a shower at my place? Go back to your own house!" Hertha fumed, anxious, while he seemed utterly relaxed.

"I took off my clothes here; it's only right I wash here," Alaric argued.

"What kind of logic is that! Hurry up and get out, or you won't be able to leave once my mom comes back!" Hertha was frantic.

"Then I won't leave. Might as well have a chat with your mom about what we discussed yesterday," Alario's words were provocatively playful.

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"You!" Hertha, boiling with anger, disregarded everything, yanked the bathroom door open, and threw the bathrobe at him: "Put this on and get out, go back to your house" Hertha was flushed and serious, not in the mood for jokes.

"Only if you forgive me, stop holding a grudge for what happened three e years then Pilgo," Alaric seized nt to negotiate.

the moment to negotiate.

Missing this chance, he would lose the opportunity to seek Hertha's forgiveness forever.

Three years ago, he had drunkenly slept with Georgia, it was his mistake.

Georgia, it No matter the reason, it was his fault.

If Hertha didn't forgive him this time, he might never have the chance to earn her forgiveness again.

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