The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"What kind of relationship do we have?" Hertha's heart was racing, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The memory of Alaric's passionate kiss was still fresh, and despite her willing participation, she now felt a wave of embarrassment, wishing she could vanish into thin air.

Just when the awkwardness was at its peak, Alaric brought up the nature of their relationship. How on earth was she supposed to have a straight talk about this now?

"We're getting engaged," Alaric blurted out, urgency evident in his voice as he attempted to discuss the day's events.

He was cut short by Kimberly's voice from outside the room, "Are you two done yet? Hurry up, don't keep us waiting."

At Kimberly's words, Hertha felt a jolt of nervousness and hastily made her way around Alaric to leave the room. "Coming!" Hertha called out.

Alaric, not wanting to offend his future mother-in-law, quickly added, "Yeah, on our way!"

gentler, more considerate than

a stern look, "What were you two

raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself how sharp Kimberly was, almost

else Kimberly would never believe whatever they said

you're overthinking it. How could I possibly be plotting anything with him?" Hertha shot Alaric a

there's no escaping or deceiving me. It's not going to end well for you," Kimberly retorted with a cold huff. "Look, how could we ever think of deceiving you? Even if we

you haven't tried to pull one over on me before," Kimberly rolled

touched his nose awkwardly, realizing where Hertha got her habit of

the dining table, Hertha and Alaric on one side,

waiting for a verdict with bated breath.