The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1405

Hertha was more feminine than before.

Three years had passed, yet they hadn't left a single mark on her. Instead, they seemed to have sculpted a richer, more voluptuous aura around her.

The color of deep ocean blue of her hair, cascaded down her shoulders, was as breathtaking as a mermaid's.

Her big, round eyes darted about nervously, her long lashes veiling her lids in a panicked flutter, like a rabbit caught in a snare.

Alaric thought back to that night three years ago, how fiery she had seemed. But in truth, she was as fierce as a paper tiger—crumbling into vulnerability at the first true test.

Up close, her faint scent of lavender teased Alaric’s senses, bringing back the memory of that night.

Clumsy, yet tender.

His voice tightened in his throat, coming out low and husky. "Hertha, answer me!"

Alaric's gravelly tone was like electricity to Hertha's ears. Despite her outward resistance to him, her body melted at his words.

Panic-stricken, she gazed into his handsome, serious eyes—those eyes that now bore into her with a mix of desire and severity, a captivating blend that was impossible to ignore.

As he stood close, his masculine presence enveloped her, and she could distinctly smell the light mint and tobacco on him.

Her heart raced uncontrollably.

Hertha felt her strength waning, her hands braced against the wall behind her for support, to keep herself upright.