The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Treating him like he was just some random guy, huh?

Makes sense, though. Alaric's reputation precedes him - a notorious playboy, his exploits are the talk of the town. Which self-respecting woman wouldn't keep her distance?

Especially given their... complicated history. She was right to worry he might lump her in with the kind of women he could easily flirt with.

But Alaric's earnest apology caught her off guard.

Seeing him looking so guilty, so sincere in his apology, the anger that had filled her seemed to deflate. Suddenly, she felt like maybe she'd been making a mountain out of a molehill. She let out a sigh, softening her tone, "You should leave; I need to rest."

"I was trying to explain about me and Georgia..." Alaric started, eager to clarify that marriage was off the table for him and Georgia, that even as an average Joe, he wouldn't tie the knot with her. But she cut him off, "Didn't you just say you wouldn't bother me? Were you lying?"

She didn't want to hear anything about him and Georgia.

Just the mention of their names together brought back memories of that night three years ago, of them sharing a bed, of what they'd done.

in her heart, painful at the slightest touch,

quickly trying to

said, "Get some rest. I'll head back now. If anything

it easy for him

it, now please, just go," she urged

word, Alaric

the door closed behind him, her tense body suddenly relaxed, her

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feared Alaric had figured out she had

is, didn't go there. Instead, he thought her love for cartoon motifs at her age meant she was just young at heart, hence the playful decor. All in all, it was a relief he hadn't discovered the

from the inside,

closed door, feeling, despite the lack of

would she care so much