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.

asked, "Hertha, when

that. I haven't agreed to marry you yet," Hertha hadn't gotten over the disappointment and irritation that had been building for days. Alaric panicked, "Hertha, how can you say that? You said, as long as I bring the household register,

chuckled, "That was my mom who agreed to

made it happen! I brought the household register!" Alaric tried

maybe you should

her keep her promise and have you

seemingly exasperated, "I've never seen

then, the elevator arrived, and Hertha

I'm sticking with you, what are you

stopped it with his hand, pushing it open and walking in as if it was the most natural thing, extending his

do

backing out. I finally get

who's really being shameless here," Kimberly's voice, filled with amusement, suddenly came from the

and

the source