The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha gritted her teeth, forcing out each word: "Alaric, you're threatening me, aren't you!"

"It's not a threat, I just desperately want your forgiveness," Alaric replied earnestly. "Hertha, I want to marry you. I've never felt so strongly about marrying someone before." The Alaric standing before her seemed like a different person, earnest and focused. Usually, he was carefree and charming, as if nothing in the world could bother him. His sudden seriousness and depth of emotion caught Hertha off guard.

His words softened her heart a bit. She relented, "Just go back, I'll think about it."

"Really?" Alaric's eyes lit up.

"Do you think I'm like you, not keeping my word?" Hertha glared at him.

Alaric's lips curled up, his serious expression instantly replaced with his usual rogue charm.

He put on his robe and walked out.

As he passed Hertha, he leaned in to steal a kiss.

Startled, Hertha dodged and slapped him on the back, "Trying to sneak one by me, huh? Get lost! And quick about it!"

as a blooming flower, walking barefoot to the door and

completely

to their physical closeness from last night to

affection for Alaric remained unwavering; her body

wanting to marry her

go of someone you

accepting him, giving up seemed even more heartbreaking, and the pain would last longer. When Hertha said she'd consider it, she truly

lost in thought at the

Kimberly came

carryin

lock and

the door lock, only

belongs to en.swnovel tent

that you won't let me see?" Kimberly said as she walked into Hertha's room, checking the curtains

and sat down across from Hertha, "Come on, out with it. How did your talk with Alaric