The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Chapter 1191

After settling the tab, Hertha turned and caught a glimpse of Alaric standing a short distance away, his complexion ashen. Her heart skipped a beat, and her brow furrowed slightly, but she only gave him a brief

glance before diverting her eyes and striding away.

Back at her seat, Hertha's mood had clearly taken a nosedive, her mind elsewhere.

Spencer chuckled, "Ms. Kensington, are these dishes not to your liking? Should we order something else?"

He was elated because Hertha seemed quite taken with him.

Lost in thought, Hertha didn't hear Spencer's words. Her mind was still on what Alaric had said earlier.

In such a short time, he had dug up information on Spencer.

He knew Spencer was a prodigal son with a Ph.D., earning a hefty six figures a year, and even knew she had spent a small fortune in a single day.

That snake, Alaric, had been secretly investigating her connection with Spencer.

What right did he have to probe into her life?

Seeing Hertha unresponsive, Spencer felt a touch awkward.

Thalassa noticed Hertha's distracted state and gently nudged her arm to get her attention.

Startled back to reality, Hertha turned to Thalassa, who signaled towards Spencer, "He's asking if you want to order more."

Quickly snapping back to the present, Hertha politely smiled at Spencer, "No, thank you. We're quite full. We'll just sit for a little while longer before we leave." "Alright then," Spencer replied.

At the table behind them, Alaric had returned. Georgia spotted him and greeted him with open arms, affectionately linking her arm through his, "Alaric, are you feeling any better? Should we take you to the hospital?"

Georgia's arm intertwined with Alaric's, an intimate gesture that he instinctively found repulsive. He was about to shake her off when he caught sight of Hertha smiling at Spencer. Containing the urge, he didn't push Georgia away. Instead, he teased her warmly, "Much better, thanks to your caring nature. Marrying you would surely bring me a life of bliss. Let's sit, we shouldn't delay discussing our wedding plans." Georgia's face lit up with unconcealed joy.

Had Alaric finally seen the light? Instead of rejecting her, he was welcoming her and wanted to talk about their future marriage.

It was everything she hoped for.

Georgia didn't care about the number of women Alaric had been with before. A wealthy bachelor like him, which one hadn't had a few flings before settling down?

As long as after marriage, she became his wife, he reined in his ways, and focused solely on the Reed family, that was all that mattered.

Just as her mother had said, let bygones be bygones. Possessing Alaric's future was all she needed.

Beaming, Georgia sat down with Alaric's arm still in hers, tenderly serving him food.

Meanwhile, Hertha, who had overheard Alaric's sweet nothings to another woman, felt her smile stiffen for a moment before she resumed her facade, continuing to laugh with Spencer. After sipping coffee for a while, Spencer said, "I'll go pay the check."

Hertha stopped him, "No need, I've already taken care of it."

Spencer froze, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "How could I let you pay?"

"It's fine, I'm used to splurging on food and drinks. Besides, you need to save your money for getting married, right? It's better to be economical," Hertha said.

Spencer's grin reappeared, touched by Hertha's frugality on his behalf, saving money to marry her.

Fantastic.

At the adjacent table, Alaric's gaze turned even colder.