The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lydia, seeing Alaric shake his head, decided not to get up to answer the door.

The doorbell rang for a while and then stopped.

Just as Lydia was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket.

Checking the caller ID, she saw it was Thalassa calling and quickly answered.

"Lydia, did you swing by Alaric's place to check up on him?" Thalassa's concerned voice came through the phone.

"Yeah, I did. Gave him a shot," Lydia replied.

"Have you left yet?" Thalassa inquired.

"No, still here," Lydia said.

"We're at his doorstep, rang the bell but got no answer," Thalassa explained.

Hold on,

got up and headed for the

bit spooked earlier by Angelina and Georgia, instinctively fearing it

it

standing there. She

entered, Thalassa asked,

flu. Not like it's the end of the world," Hertha

Hertha's voice, felt a jolt in his heart and excitedly

His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, too soft for those

to call out louder, but then he remembered the disdainful look

the words back down, a

him repulsive, believing there could never be anything between them. With that thought, Alaric's briefly recovered energy faded, and he slumped back onto the bed, disheartened. "You've got it all wrong. Alaric genuinely almost kicked the bucket this time," Lydia explained to Hertha. "What? It was that serious?" Hertha was shocked. "Where is he? I want to see

him, Alaric quickly lay back down and closed his eyes,

did, footsteps approached closer to