The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric snapped back to reality and turned to look at her, only to find her staring at him with wide, round eyes, completely captivated.

There he was, clad in nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of water trickling down from his hair, cascading over his chest and tracing the outline of his lean muscles, slowly making their way down and sketching every inch of his skin.

Hertha's gaze followed those droplets all the way down to the towel wrapped around his waist.

The path those droplets took left too much to the imagination, and Hertha couldn't help but click her tongue in awe.

Alaric, catching every bit of Hertha's expression, gave a roguish chuckle, "Looks like you're not quite done yet. Want me to unwrap and give you a better view?"

With that, he made a move to undo the towel around his waist.

Hertha took a deep breath, quickly regained her composure, and raised her hand to stop him, "Enough, Alaric. Unless you're aiming to be a eunuch, I suggest you stop right now."

a cutting gesture with her hand that startled Alaric enough to make him halt his actions, chuckling, "Come

that one more time, I'll make you taste the wrath of my cooking!" Hertha threatened, glaring

to take you," Alaric sighed in mock despair. "I'm gonna get dressed. Call us something to eat, will you? I'm starving." "What do you want? I'll whip something up," Hertha volunteered as she marched towards his kitchen,

How can you live like this?"

shouted back before closing the door, "I hardly eat at home. Buying groceries would just be

sense. Alaric, a man of privilege

pulled out her phone, ready to order takeout, but then she remembered how greasy and unhealthy that could be. Alaric had just been sick and was still

not end up together, Hertha had

she ought to care for his

me; I'll be right back," she called out towards his room

to the door only to ensuring she locked the door