The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

From day one, it was crystal clear: you've got to establish where you stand in the family pecking order.

Hertha wasn't having any of it, forcefully shrugging off Alaric's arm: "Back off! You've got some nerve, thinking you can just pin me down?"

Alaric, who was deep in slumber, was jolted awake by Hertha's forceful shove. Groggy and disoriented, he barely opened his eyes to see Hertha glaring at him, visibly annoyed. Rubbing his eyes, he asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Hertha replied, her brows furrowed in anger. "Why on earth are you sleeping with your entire arm over me?"

Alaric was puzzled and explained, "I've got to hold you."

"And why is that?" Hertha shot back.

"Sleeping next to the person you love means you gotta hold them close, keep warm, and feel blissful," Alaric reasoned as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

between couples? Even without saying it, the other person should just get it. But with Hertha, it was as if she was clueless about affection, asking such a

yesterday, she had denied to her mother that Alaric had feelings for her. Today, she heard him declare his love. It

She felt so happy she almost laughed, but Alaric was

me all you want, but why dump the weight

scratched the back of his head, "Got it, I

he pulled

the blankets away, and a cool morning

let's not fuss, let's sleep a bit

do you think it is? Still sleep?" Hertha

effort last night, was up half the