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.

all he did was joke

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

lot of true feelings are often

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

mention marriage made her heart race, filling her with a bizarre

tell if it was out of sheer rejection

I really don't

her head and caught Alaric winking at her, those fox-like eyes attempting to

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

at a hundred and eighty miles

made her foot press down harder on the

suddenly shot

gripped the seatbelt tighter, shouting

late, the car surged forward and