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

emerged, Kimberly faced them with a stern look,

an eyebrow, thinking to himself how sharp Kimberly was, almost as if she

gotten far with their 'plotting', or else Kimberly would never believe

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

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

not like you haven't tried to pull one over on me before,"

the gesture, Alaric touched his nose awkwardly, realizing where Hertha got her habit of rolling her

were seated at the dining table, Hertha and Alaric

for a verdict with bated breath. Sweat started to form in her palms as