The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1135

Chapter 1135 

Watching her struggle with a mix of helplessness and heartache, Thalassa couldn’t help but ask, “If you still care so much, why pretend it doesn’t bother you?” 

“What good does it do to care? It just gives him more power to hurt me more,” Hertha replied with a grim face. She stared at the retreating figure of Alaric in the distance, murmuring to herself. 

Thalassa heard her and understood all too well. 

Caring for a man who didn’t love you back only made you fall deeper and allow him hurt you, intentionally or not. And you’re left powerless, with nothing to do but guard your own 

heart. 

Hertha was a testament to that, and Thalassa was the same. 

Thalassa didn’t try to stop her from drinking anymore. Instead, she signaled the bartender and ordered another cocktail and a juice. 

“To you, with juice as my wine,” Thalassa said, raising her glass of juice in a toast. 

Cheers, to 

Hertha managed a wry smile and lifted her glass, “Cheers, to life that kisses us with pain, and to us who sing back. We’re quite the pair of star-crossed besties, aren’t we?” 

Thalassa’s lips curled into a half-smile as she sipped her juice, while Hertha downed her fiery drink in one go. 

They were enjoying their drinks when Hertha suddenly looked as if she’d seen a ghost. She nudged Thalassa’s wrist and pointed ahead, saying, “Look, he’s showing his true colors.” 

Following Hertha’s gesture, Thalassa saw Alaric with an outrageously dressed woman. His one arm wrapped around her slim waist, and the other playfully lifted her chin. He wore a roguish smile on his face as he flirted with her. 

The woman, swaying her hips seductively, responded to Alaric’s advances with a coy smile, and their eyes were filled with unspoken desire for each other. 

Seeing this, Thalassa quickly reached to cover Hertha’s eyes. 

Hertha, whose eyesight was blocked, laughed and said, “Thalassa, are you trying to deny the obvious truth? I’m not your little kids. Do you think I won’t know what’s going on if you cover my eyes?” 

Hertha didn’t need to see to know what Alaric was going to do with the woman next. 

Hearing Hertha’s comment, Thalassa silently took her hand away. She was feeling a mixture of melancholy and helplessness. She couldn’t even change her own situation, let alone help Hertha change hers. 

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Hertha knew the scene before her was painful to watch, yet she stared openly, with a cold, self-mocking laughter bubbling up inside her. This was the man she had chosen, and her taste was damn poor. 

As she was silently berating herself, a middle-aged society lady appeared. She was clad in a chic and expensive dress, adorned with jewelry, and was clearly a woman of high society. She looked around, then her eyes locked onto Alaric, who was still entwined with the other woman. Then, she strode over with an air of authority. 

Alaric, leading the woman out, caught sight of the approaching matriarch and panicked. He quickly let go of the woman and turned to flee.