The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

At that moment, Alaric's gaze was fixed on her, and in an instant, their eyes met.

An invisible current seemed to spark between their gazes, igniting a palpable tension in the air.

Hertha's heart, once brimming with curiosity, now throbbed wildly with a scorching heat.

And Alaric, gazing into Hertha's big, luminous eyes, felt a strange flutter in his heart.

Most crucially, Hertha's hand rested in his pocket, its cool touch against his thigh through the thin fabric, stirring a response he was struggling to control. Looking at Hertha before him, he felt intoxicated by her presence, his gaze slightly dazed, his mouth dry, his lips inching closer to hers.

Frozen in place, Hertha stood there, forgetting to withdraw her hand from his pocket.

With wide eyes, she watched as Alaric's face drew closer, his handsome features illuminated, his soft stubble glinting in the sunlight. His breath, tinged with a familiar, mild mint scent, brushed against her face.

prompting her to close her eyes in anticipation of

his lips, his breath hot upon hers, just a second away from

"Beep beep!"

car is that, blocking the road? Move

honking and cursing from the road

her eyes to find Alaric's face inches away, his lips about to meet

the air, turned to running with his phone in handel away

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was determined to find out whom Alaric had

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she realized Alaric had seriously set a

be