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.

Alaric away. Alaric staggered backward from the force of her push. Clearly, she really didn't want him

He could handle Hertha being mad at him, but he couldn't stand her saying he was of no concern to her and telling him

city's hustle and bustle, with its constant flow of cars and honking, normally wouldn't bother him, but

three years ago when she had a fuller, more endearing figure. Now, she

remembered how, three

he had cruelly rebuffed her, calling her overweight. After that, he hadn't seen Hertha for a long time. When they next met, she had slimmed down dramatically, yet she remained upbeat and carefree, with

some, maturity was an appealing trait, but for others,