The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Here is the revised translation, taking into account cultural context and ensuring the language flows smoothly for an English-speaking audience:

Hertha was blissfully unaware of Alaric's odd behavior and hadn't noticed anything amiss in her own actions either. She touched Alaric's forehead to check for a fever and compared it to her own, before withdrawing her hand and remarking, "You're not running a fever."

Her puzzled gaze met Alaric's, which was loaded with emotion, his Adam's apple bobbing noticeably. Having had children, Hertha could easily decipher the meaning behind Alaric's gaze. It sent a flutter through her heart, and her cheeks flushed with heat as she realized her action might have been a bit forward for a man. To skirt around the awkwardness, she averted her gaze, adopting a smile and a joking tone to lighten the mood.

"No worries, you're not sick. Just don't scare yourself. You're Mr. Ethan's golden boy; he'd be beside himself if you were ill."

Changing the subject, Hertha walked over and sat next to Thalassa, casting a glance at the full table with David, Lysander, and Ethan, pointedly ignoring Alaric at the end. With a smile, she asked, "Everyone's here. Are both companies keen on discussing craftsmanship?"

your design drafts, and Mr. Sinclair bought Thalassa's. I figured since we acquired the designs together, discussing the craftsmanship as a group would be ideal, saving us from scheduling

an opportunity to potentially reconcile the two by facilitating more interaction between them, especially now that Thalassa had left

could've given

revelation had spared him a moment of panic, fearing

PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

for you?" Alaric suddenly remembered the earlier mix-up, seeking to validate his

must have heard the kids calling for 'mommy.' Admitting to

came straight in. Why would I linger outside? There's no one I know around here;