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 gonna

me,"

I'll go talk to Hertha. She lives next door to you, right?" Ethan got up, ready to

suddenly grabbed Ethan's 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

was about to crack another joke but stopped short

Ethan asked, his

shook his head.

the memory of their last meeting, Hertha's irritated and disdainful voice echoing in his

comparing him to something dirty and unwelcome: Alaric knew that his connection

the first time,

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

child, "I don't wanna. I