The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1531

Hertha has always been the kind of person who speaks her mind, never afraid to put Alaric on the spot.

Alaric knew Hertha all too well; if she wasn't ribbing him, she wouldn't be Hertha.

As he casually munched on his food, Alaric said, "I've cut ties with my mom, got kicked out of the Falconer clan, just a regular Joe now, no 'young master' talk, please. I'm doing worse than you guys; at least you have your own place, while I'm stuck living in whatever digs my boss throws my way. Who knows, if he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed one morning, I could be out on the street. If it ever comes to that, Hertha..."

Alaric paused, giving Hertha a look before his gaze shifted meaningfully towards Spencer, who was sitting across from him. His look was pretty straightforward.

Finally, his eyes landed on Spencer, flashing a mischievous smile, "You and Hertha wouldn't mind taking me in, would you?"

What was Alaric on about? Asking to crash with them!

Hertha felt a pang in her heart, her pulse racing. That Alaric, always causing her stress, making her heart skip beats with his antics.

Today, his visit for a day of barbecue had nearly sent her over the edge, scrambling to get everything in order, just so he wouldn't bump into Julian and Helena.

If he moved in with them, how could she keep hiding things?

Hertha chewed on her fork, her heart pounding, nervously glancing at Spencer, her eyes practically begging him: reject him, you must reject him! He can't move in with us!

Spencer didn't look at Hertha, his usually gentle gaze hardened as it met Alaric's, and after a few tense seconds, he finally spoke, "Mr. Falconer, with your skills, I doubt any boss would let you go that easily. And if by some chance you do get kicked out, I'm sure you'll have another, better opportunity waiting for you."

The response, neither an acceptance nor a direct rejection, was as polite a refusal as they come.

He tried to tell himself not to care, after all, Hertha and Spencer were married, but his heart wouldn't listen.

Seeing their seamless interaction felt like a series of stabs to his heart, painful and unavoidable.

As Alaric stepped into the kitchen and opened the cupboard, Hertha, who was still eating, caught a glimpse of him through the glass door.

Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in panic.

Oh no, the baby bottles are all stored in that cupboard!