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

you say?" Alaric turned to look at Hertha's profile,

of true feelings are

Forgot what I told you before?"

hearing Alaric mention marriage made her heart race, filling her with a bizarre urge

couldn't tell if it was out of sheer rejection or

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

and caught Alaric

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

heart instantly raced at a hundred and eighty miles per hour, flustered and

press down harder on the gas

car suddenly shot

gripped the seatbelt tighter, shouting

the car surged forward and crashed into the rear