The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1942

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

Chapter 1942 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.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

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 sbibimbap, 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.

A woman's gotta look her best, especially on a day as monumental as her wedding.

It's a once-in-a-lifetphoto op, after all.

Hertha totally got where Thalassa was coming from. If she were in her shoes, she'd be just as worried about waking up with a face full of trouble.

Settling into a booth at the restaurant, Hertha bombarded Thalassa with questions about her and Lysander, bursting with happiness and curiosity about their recent sweet developments.

"So, spill it. What made you guys decide to make it official tomorrow?" Hertha nudged Thalassa, eager for the scoop.

"Just yesterday, when we went to check on the kids, I felt so guilty for not being there more. And then, out of the blue, Lysander suggested we go get the paperwork done, "O Thalassa shared succinctly.

"So, Lysander feels like he owes you, trying to make it up to you in his own way?" Hertha speculated.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

"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 ears stil!! 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?" "Con, since when have you knownto 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 ον 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. PARRY

Report chapter Comments

The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Notify