The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

She couldn't count the number of times she'd kicked herself for being so superficial, falling for Alaric, the ultimate player. Her past obsession with him was a source of never-ending frustration. Seeing that Hertha was seriously fed up, Alaric raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll stop. Happy now?"

Hertha rolled her eyes at him and headed for the kitchen. Alaric noticed the grocery bag she was carrying and followed her, asking casually, "Do you even know how to cook?"

"That mouth of yours isn't just for offending people, you know," Hertha shot back without turning around.

"Did I say something wrong?" Alaric followed her, only to have the glass door slammed shut in his face, nearly squashing his nose.

Alaric couldn't help but laugh. "Hertha, I'm a patient here!"

Hertha looked at him disdainfully through the glass. "If you weren't sick, I wouldn't bother coming!"

"Can't you be a little nicer? Do you treat the kids at home like this too?" Alaric said.

Just one look from them can melt my heart. If I were a block of ice, I'd turn into a warm puddle

so bad about me?" Alaric

annoying!" Hertha

Alaric felt wounded by her glaring disdain, ready to

was already getting started with

stepped in, offering, "I'll help

lord is offering to get his hands dirty? Impressive,"

"Of course, you've yet to discover all my hidden talents," Alaric-said, moving to the stove to take some

you throwing away the stems and keeping the leaves?" Hertha didn't pay attention for a moment

we eat?" Alaric looked

you go and reveal your true colors as a spoiled brat. Who

you wouldn't be of any help. Just get out, before you waste what little food we