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.

If I were a block of ice,

what's so bad about me?" Alaric

annoying!" Hertha said

by her glaring

and was already

the glass door, he stepped in, offering, "I'll help

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

all my hidden talents," Alaric-said, moving

the stems and keeping the leaves?" Hertha didn't pay attention for a

the leaves we eat?"

true colors as a spoiled brat. Who ever heard of eating cress leaves and not the stems?" Hertha was

any help. Just get out, before you waste what little