The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Uh..." Thalassa was caught off guard, her breath stolen before she could react. She was startled at first, but then her body relaxed, melting into his embrace as she reciprocated the kiss. Lysander cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss, savoring the sweet taste of her lips, that long-missed, intoxicating sweetness that drove him wild.

After dropping Lydia off at Dr. Funke's clinic, Alaric drove Hertha home.

On the way, Alaric couldn't wait to discuss their future plans with Hertha.

"Hertha, Thalassa and Lysander have already gone home. When do we get our marriage license?" Alaric asked, stealing glances at Hertha while he drove.

"Focus on the road, will you? Haven't you learned anything from that car accident last time?" Hertha crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at Alaric from the back seat.

"Alright, we'll talk about it when we get home," Alaric said, meek as a lamb, heeding Hertha's words.

The rest of the journey was silent.

Alaric drove quietly.

Soon, they arrived at the parking lot of Gulfstream Community.

Hertha got out first, striding towards the building. Alaric quickly locked the car and followed.

"Hertha, when can I meet your

gotten over the disappointment and irritation that had been building for days. Alaric panicked, "Hertha, how can you say that? You said, as

"That was my mom

mom agreed, so I made it happen! I brought the household register!" Alaric tried to prove

agreed, maybe you should marry her."

her keep her promise and have

away, seemingly exasperated, "I've

the elevator arrived, and

swiftly, "I'm shamelessly persistent because I'm sticking with you,

hand, pushing it open and walking in as if it

asked, "Why do you

backing out. I finally get the household register, and now you're getting cold feet!"

who's really being shameless here," Kimberly's voice, filled with amusement,

Hertha and Alaric

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