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"?!

looked back and forth between Alaric and the

and had no idea

a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Even this simple gesture was enough to send hearts racing.

know the effect his good looks had on

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

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

menu surprisingly

they ate, Alaric took out his phone and asked Hertha what kind of

of playfulness, "Is this your way of asking me on

just realized? After all

last night of being single, so

being flattered by his words, Hertha was on guard, inadvertently