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

tears now, where would

man, and no matter how much pain he was in, he couldn't show his

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

had been desperately trying to explain themselves to each other, and now, they stood together like strangers, without a

unfamiliar familiarity between

a small smile. "Aren't you planning

kind of

Hertha. Seeing her attempt at

heart to answer her question, merely

simple, but for him,

Alaric had been

women like they were disposable. Falling so deeply in love for the first time, only to have it end in

smile fade. The pain she had been trying to keep at bay