The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha rolled her eyes at Alaric, clearly unimpressed.

Undeterred, Alaric kept babbling as he followed her, "This time, it's really like the sun rising in the west."

No sooner had he finished his sentence than Hertha shot him another eye roll. Everyone knew the sun could never rise in the west. He was still trying to deceive her with such nonsense.

"Oops, I misspoke again. What I meant to say was, this time, you can trust that I'm sincere. The moment I found out that Alar isn't my son, you were the first person I thought of. I'm scared of losing you. Please, give me another chance."

Alaric's words came straight from the heart. He had already lost three years, and life, whether long or short, seemed to flash by in an instant. If he and Hertha didn't spend their youth together, they would miss out on countless joyous moments in their old age. So, Alaric didn't want to waste any more precious time.

Stop bugging me!" Hertha snapped, pushing Alaric away. Alaric staggered backward from the force of her push. Clearly, she really

at him, but he couldn't stand her saying he was of

of cars and honking, normally wouldn't bother him, but at that moment, it felt particularly grating. Everything seemed to irritate

Hertha, who looked so frail compared to three years ago when she had a fuller, more endearing figure. Now, she seemed so thin, her silhouette

how,

cruelly rebuffed her, calling her overweight. After that, he hadn't seen Hertha for a long time. When they next met, she had

an appealing trait, but for others, it only added to their allure while also evoking a