The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha kept her gaze fixed firmly ahead, not daring to even glance at Alaric.

She feared that seeing Alaric's strikingly handsome face, with those fox-like, captivating eyes filled with profound sadness, would make her heart soften and compel her to retract the words she had just spoken to him.

After much internal struggle, Hertha had resolved to keep Alaric at arm's length, deciding their relationship should continue merely as that of casual friends.

It had taken some convincing, but Alaric had agreed. She couldn't let his pitiful appearance sway her now, not when she had finally steeled her heart against him.

With a heavy heart, Hertha marched on, her head held high, refusing to give in to the pain and pity gnawing at her.

Walking beside her, Alaric kept his head slightly bowed, not once looking at Hertha. His demeanor was one of subdued sorrow.

He feared Hertha seeing the redness in his eyes, the unshed tears. After all, he was a man, and men weren't supposed to cry easily.

He couldn't allow Hertha to see him weep. She had made her stance clear-they were to be just friends, with no further entanglements. That was her showing mercy, her being generous.

had accepted

tears now, where would

he was in, he couldn't show his vulnerability, especially not

the elevator felt like an eternity, each step heavy with unspoken words and suppressed feelings. The silence

each other, and now, they stood together like

familiarity between them was

"Aren't you planning to return to

the kind of question friends might ask each

back to reality, stealing a quick glance at Hertha. Seeing her attempt at a

the heart to answer her question, merely responding, "We'll

Hertha, maintaining a friendship was simple, but for him, it was as painful as undergoing a

his life, Alaric had

Falling so deeply in love for the first time, only

fade. The pain she had