The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric was gearing up for a comeback to Hertha's remark when the door to the children's room swung open, and two little bundles of joy, toddling on their tiny legs, came rushing out, closely followed by Ashton. "Daddy, Mommy, you're back!"

"Daddy, Mommy, we missed you so much!"

Julian and Helena, like little penguins, wobbled their way towards Alaric and Hertha, their adorable voices melting hearts along the way.

Alaric's previously sullen face instantly lit up with joy. He hurried over, bending down to scoop Julian and Helena into his arms, gently pressing his cheek against Helena's soft little cheek, and then doing the same to Julian.

The tender touch of their innocence was enough to melt Alaric's heart.

"Daddy's back, and so is Mommy. We're getting married, so you'll always have us to love and care for you. Aren't you excited?" Alaric couldn't wait to share the good news with Julian and Helena.

Julian nodded vigorously, beaming: "Yeah, so happy! Daddy and Mommy are getting married!"

His joy was so palpable it seemed like he could almost fly.

"Daddy, if you and Mommy are getting married, does that mean you'll sleep together? Where will we sleep then?" Helena tilted her head, her big, curious eyes fixed on Alaric, posing a question that went straight to the soul.

instinctively glancing at

from Alaric's arms into her own, explaining, "Mommy isn't going to marry him just yet. I'm still mad, not cooled

It was so awkward, especially with her parents there,

fault, shouldn't have

everything was perfect. That's why I took a bit longer. Here, I've even brought the household registration booklet," Alaric quickly

meant they could work towards a solution, as the fear was not

that once he brought the household registration booklet, they

due to a driving

hospital. He had spent the past few

business was to rush to get married, even before they had the chance to get the

everything finally settled, Alaric was eager to make Hertha his wife, legally binding her

it sound so sweet, who knows what you're

the household registration booklet, let me see it," Kimberly didn't wait for Hertha's