The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric was bouncing off the walls, full of energy once again.

Hertha, taken aback, leaned back to dodge his mischievous advance. "Hey, cut it out, will you? Have you forgotten what we're supposed to do today?"

Alaric's eyes darted, remembering the important task at hand. He sprang out of bed, grabbed his clothes off the floor, and headed for the bathroom. "Hurry, hurry, get up! The city hall's going to close soon." He had almost forgotten that today was the day he and Hertha were supposed to get their marriage license.

Watching Alaric disappear into the bathroom, Hertha couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

She muttered under her breath, "I should have never reminded him. He actually forgot we were getting our license today."

Could it be that he wasn't taking their marriage seriously if he forgot about something as significant as their license day?

It seemed like he didn't value getting married to her after all!

Despite Hertha's easy-going nature, she wasn't immune to the occasional overthinking and sensitivity common to many women.

near-forgetfulness about their license day had

bed, dressed, and sat in front of the vanity, slowly

five-minute shower, Alaric emerged to find Hertha in front of the mirror,

"Hertha, could you please hurry up? It's already past nine, and we still have to drive there. We might get held up in traffic, and if

"What

his excitement and

getting cold feet about

made Alaric feel both anxious and

leaning on the vanity with one hand and placing the other on his hip, bending slightly

she was the one reminding him about the

he thought, are

was at a loss trying

all," Hertha countered, continuing to brush her hair slowly, showing no sign of

handsome brows furrowed. "This is no time for jokes, Hertha. If there's an