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.

you keep this up, you're gonna

leave if you can't help me,"

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

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

but stopped short at the sight of Alaric's genuine

shouldn't go?" Ethan

shook his head.

couldn't shake off the memory of their last meeting, Hertha's irritated and disdainful voice

had made it clear, comparing him to something dirty and unwelcome: Alaric knew that his connection to Georgia

first time, Alaric felt

decided to drop the subject. "Alright then, get up. Let's head to

sulking child, "I don't