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.

reaction prompting

the warmth of his lips, his breath hot upon hers, just

"Beep beep!"

is that, blocking

from the road snapped

about to meet

his phone in

a tender

out whom Alaric had

phone with a

she realized Alaric had seriously set

it be his