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!"

tone was gentler, more considerate than

them with a stern look, "What

an eyebrow, thinking to himself how sharp Kimberly was, almost as if she had a sixth sense

else Kimberly would never believe whatever

I possibly be plotting anything with him?"

what they are, and 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

to pull one over on me before," Kimberly rolled her eyes

off guard by the gesture, Alaric touched his nose awkwardly, realizing where Hertha got her

seated at the dining table, Hertha and Alaric on one side, facing

waiting for a verdict with bated