The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Julian's question had barely left his lips when Alaric's gaze dropped, his eyes meeting Julian's.

The resemblance between Julian's bright, round eyes, full of life, and Hertha's was uncanny. It was as if they were carved from the same mold.

Turning to the girl next to him, Alaric noted the striking similarity in their eyes and, surprisingly, their height. Could the two kids be of the same age?

A frown crept onto Alaric's face, his curiosity piqued.

Hertha, catching Julian's question and Alaric's scrutinizing look, felt a surge of panic. "There are plenty of people with almond-shaped eyes in the world, it's not unusual for some to look alike," she hastily commented, trying to dismiss the implication.

Julian, scratching his head, seemed only half convinced.

Alaric's brow furrowed deeper, his tone abrupt, "Twins?"

"Excuse me?" Hertha stalled, taken aback.

Alaric nodded towards the two kids at their feet. "Your children."

though inwardly trembling,

father?" Alaric hadn't intended to pry further into Hertha's

almond-shaped eyes," Hertha replied, her gaze fixed on

the elevator reach their floor? She couldn't bear another moment alone with Alaric; too much longer, and her

might dig deeper, but

kids. Their eyes,

yet sharing

Alaric of

to their souls, evoking

sense of tenderness.

under Alaric's gaze, the elevator dinged open. She quickly ushered the kids out,

Alaric followed.

his own emotions in turmoil. As he reached for his keys, an epiphany struck him. He