The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Chapter 1525

Alaric paused, his gaze drifting downwards, only to catch sight of Hertha's bald head. Though there were hints of bluish hair sprouting, for a woman, that was as good as being bald.

A flicker of surprise crossed Alaric's eyes. Just moments ago, Hertha sported her usual sea-green locks, and he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

To think she was wearing a wig, and her real hairstyle was a bald head? That didn't come to him.

This revelation left Alaric stunned, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Hertha always had a way of surprising him, often leaving him speechless and in awe at her unpredictability.

While Alaric was caught in his surprise, Hertha's heart raced with panic. Her voice was trembling as she shouted, "Stop, Alaric, make the horse stop now!"

"It's alright; it's cooler this way. Let Lightning give us a spin. It's more thrilling than a car ride," Alaric said with a smirk playing on his lips.

Cooler?

Hertha felt a prickle of discomfort at those words, as if her heart was being pierced by fine needles.

So, Alaric had seen her bald head after all. It felt as humiliating as being stripped naked and paraded through the streets.

Flushed with embarrassment and anger, Hertha yelled, "Who wants to go for a ride with you! Alaric, you jerk, let me down, I want to get off!" "You don't know how to ride, then I'll carry you..." Alaric tried to insist.

Hertha, with her back to him, couldn't see his expression, but the image of Alaric staring at her bald head and mocking her filled her mind. Her face reddened with urgency and fury, her voice sharp and on the verge of tears, "Let me down, or I swear I'll jump off this horse!" After saying this, panic-stricken and on the brink of tears, Hertha tried to leap off.

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Feeling her impulsiveness, Alaric's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from doing anything rash.

His voice softened, "Don't be rash, I'll stop the horse."

With that, he skillfully slowed the galloping horse to a halt.

Just as the horse stopped, Ethan rode past them, turning his head to say with a laugh, "You were going pretty fast. Why stop?"

Hertha felt Ethan's gaze on her bald head and immediately covered it with her hands, her face burning with embarrassment.

Only then did Alaric see Hertha's demeanor, She was blushing with shame, deeply afraid of others seeing her bald.

Alaric was surprised. Hertha, usually so carefree and unconcerned with appearances, was actually self-conscious about her hair. No wonder she was so angry before. Alaric said, "It doesn't matter. You look great even without hair."

Hearing this, Hertha's anger flared even more. She turned to glare at him, her chest heaving with emotion as she yelled, "Alaric, stop looking at me. Turn your head away!" Seeing Hertha's genuine distress, Alaric quickly said, "I'm just speaking the truth."

"You..." The more she wanted Alaric not to see her in this embarrassed state, the more he kept talking about it.

Hertha, both embarrassed and annoyed, angrily stomped on Alaric's foot, "Hmph!"

"Ouch! Are you trying to kill me?!" Alaric yelped, hopping on one foot, looking aggrieved.