The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Being obsessed with looks and crushes is a killer, man.

Hertha bit her tongue, reminding herself that this was just the price she had to pay for her youthful follies.

"Alright then, I'm a quick driver," Hertha informed with a brief nod before starting the car and accelerating away. "Whoa!" Alaric was jolted by the sudden movement, hastily grabbing the seatbelt as he let out a sound of surprise.

"Hertha, it's a real shame you're not a race car driver," Alaric teased her.

"What's it to you whether I become a race car driver or not!" Hertha was full of complaints and didn't want to engage in a proper conversation with him.

"I was just joking, why so serious?" Alaric chuckled mischievously.

"Alaric, spit it out, what do you really want?" Hertha questioned him while she drove.

She was done beating around the bush with him.

today, yet all he did was joke around without getting to the

Hertha's profile, a playful smile on his lips, but his eyes were

feelings are

you lost your mind? Forgot what I told you before?" Hertha couldn't help

made her heart race, filling her with a bizarre urge to

it was out of sheer rejection or curiosity to see what a

you told me, I really don't remember," Alaric

turned her head and caught Alaric winking

was handsome enough without trying, his smile naturally captivating. But

instantly raced at a hundred and eighty miles per hour, flustered and tingling with a shocking

made her foot press down harder on the gas

car suddenly shot

brake!" Alaric gripped the seatbelt

it was too late, the car surged forward and crashed into the