The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"I don't feel like talking," Hertha said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"Then just tell me what you want to eat. That's the last thing you'll have to say," Alaric nudged.

"Whatever," Hertha replied, clearly not interested.

"Alright, 'Whatever' it is then," Alaric played along.

Hertha was too absorbed in the passing scenery outside the window to pay attention to Alaric's words.

Soon, the car stopped, and Alaric got out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door for Hertha, his hand guarding her head to prevent any accidental bumps a perfect gentleman. "We're here, so what's it gonna be?" Hertha asked, curious.

Alaric pointed behind her.

Turning around, Hertha saw a restaurant sign that read "Whatever." The name gave no clue about the type of place it was, though a menu board by the entrance listed various dishes. A restaurant named "Whatever"?!

back and forth between Alaric and the restaurant, her astonishment

for many years and had no idea there was

on his lips. Even this simple gesture was enough to send hearts racing. Hertha swallowed hard, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Alaric's devilishly

as if he didn't know the

her composure, Hertha quickly turned her head away, refusing to let him charm her any

I didn't care what we ate, but you knew that. Anyway, since we're here, let's go in," Hertha said, trying to

restaurant's menu surprisingly catered

and asked Hertha what kind of movies

asked with a hint of playfulness, "Is this your way

just realized? After all this

night of being single, so why not make it a night to remember?" Alari cleaned in closer, infusing the

lot of women?" Instead of being