The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1134

Alaric nonchalantly plopped down between them. He scanned Hertha with his mischievous, almond-shaped eyes, "That's a line I should be telling you. Still not over me yet?"

Hertha was immediately stirred at his jab; she rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself. You're no Hollywood heartthrob. Do you really think I'd go out of my way to chase you?"

It was absurd that Alaric thought she had come to the bar chasing after him. Sure, there was a time when she had been somewhat asking about him and scouring her contacts to 'accidentally' bump into him, tailing him like some love-struck fool.

But ever since that fiasco on the golf course, when she accidentally hit him with a ball and he scolded her with such harsh words, she took a stand. She was done with him, resolved to move on and set her sights elsewhere.

She had no idea why she could meet him whenever she went. She really didn’t follow his trail for these times.

"So what you're saying is you've got a crush on some new starlet?" Alaric's narrow eyes flicked towards Hertha. The light in his eye went dim, a shift even he didn't notice.

"Not just any starlet. The new heartthrob Dominic has a look that hit me right in the feels. Every time I see him, my heart just goes wild, racing like there's no tomorrow. If I could get a lead on his whereabouts, I'd spare no expense," Hertha gushed, her arms hugging herself as she daydreamed with the giddiness of a smitten girl.

Back when she fell for Alaric, it was love at first sight, and she dove headfirst into a relentless pursuit.

Alaric knew Hertha well; she was a sucker for a handsome face, like his once upon a time.

Watching Hertha sing praises of another man, Alaric fiddled with his glass, eyes downcast, chuckling, "Fickle as ever. Fall for every good looker you see. That kind of love at first sight doesn't stand the test of time."

"I'll fall for whoever I please, thank you very much!" Hertha snapped back, irritated by Alaric's comment. She tilted her chin up defiantly, rolling her eyes.

They were all sat at around the table. Thalassa nudged Hertha's arm gently. As Hertha looked back, she shot her a look that silently pleaded for her to keep her cool and not to tarnish her own reputation.