The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"What? Hertha dumped you?" Ethan exclaimed, feeling Alaric's forehead again.

"Whoa, you're burning up. That's one nasty fever." Alaric swatted Ethan's hand away with force, visibly annoyed.

"I'm lying here dying, and you're still in the mood to make fun of me?"

"I'm not making fun of you, man. I'm worried about you," Ethan said, struggling to keep a straight face.

Alaric gave him a sidelong glance. "Since when are you so kind-hearted?"

"You're doing me dirty, man," Ethan protested. Then, leaning closer to Alaric, he whispered, "Bet you never saw this coming. You, the heartbreaker, getting your heart shattered. Well, what goes around comes around, huh?"

Ethan couldn't help but laugh, his chest heaving with each chuckle. Only a true friend could joke about something like this.

"You wouldn't understand love if it hit you in the face," Alaric muttered, turning his head away.

up, you're

if you can't help me," Alaric

She lives next door to you, right?" Ethan got up, ready

hand, his earlier humor gone, replaced by a look of sincere distress. "Don't go to her," he said, his voice tinged with a sadness that wasn't there before. "She made it clear yesterday that she won't stop me from seeing the kids. If I bother her now, she

to crack another joke but stopped short at the sight

Ethan asked, his tone

shook his

shake off the memory of their last meeting, Hertha's irritated and disdainful voice

knew that his connection to Georgia was a deal-breaker for Hertha.net further would only make things

time, Alaric

to drop the

replied like a sulking child, "I don't wanna. I don't