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.

clearly there with a purpose today, yet all

to propose marriage, what do you say?" Alaric turned to look at Hertha's profile,

lot of true feelings are often

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

heart race, filling her

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

told me, I really don't

caught Alaric winking at her,

enough without trying, his smile naturally captivating. But now, he was deliberately trying

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

her foot press down harder on the gas

car suddenly shot

the

the car surged forward and crashed into the rear