The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha's eyes widened in shock, her breath caught in her throat as she quickly averted her gaze, using her hand to block the peripheral vision. Her voice laced with frustration, she shouted, "Alaric, for heaven's sake, put some clothes on!"

Just moments before, Alaric had been awkwardly trying to regain his composure after Hertha had kicked him. Seeing her embarrassment, he relaxed, crossed his arms, and smirked, "Come on, it's not like you haven't seen it before. What's there to be shy about?"

Hearing those words, Hertha's anger flared even more. Glancing around, her eyes landed on a mug on the bedside table. She grabbed it and hurled it at Alaric.

"You jerk! Taking advantage of me and then mocking me!"

Alaric caught the mug effortlessly, glanced at it, and teased, "Whoa, trying to murder your husband, are we?"

"Get lost! Who's your wife?" Hertha snapped back, taking a quick glance at him.

Even though it was just a brief look, she saw more than she intended.

Blushing furiously, Hertha bit her lip, got up, and quickly turned to go into the bathroom, eager to end the interaction with Alaric.

As soon as she turned on the shower, before she could even start to rinse off, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"What now?" she snapped, looking towards the door. Through the frosted glass, she saw a figure standing there.

could it be but

even tighter, thinking, Alaric really knows

need to take a shower too," Alaric's deep voice sounded so

angrily retorted, "Go shower at your own place,

nasty to wear," Alaric

a blanket and go," Hertha

everything about it and wished

someone sees me like that, they might think we're up to no good," Alaric said

sneaking around

I need to shower!"

could be, always speaking his mind without

wits,

hoped he would at least stop bothering her while she showered. She quickly washed up, dressed, and

you go ahead. I'll wait," Alaric finally

saw Alaric still standing there, then quickly looked away, continuing her shower without giving