The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha tried her best to compose herself, swallowing hard before gently pushing away Alaric's hand from her shoulder.

"What's the matter? You've made me miserable for three years, and I can't make you squirm for a few minutes?"

Alaric's sharp, beautifully captivating eyes looked at her. He intended to respond to her words, but upon reflecting on their deeper meaning, he was momentarily stunned, then overwhelmed with joy. In a rush of excitement, he pulled Hertha into a tight embrace, holding her as if she were his most treasured possession.

"I'm sorry, Hertha, so sorry. It's my fault you've been hurting these three years," he murmured, his chin resting on Hertha's shoulder. His voice was slightly rough, his warm breath tickling her delicate neck. Every detail reflected a man's profound love for a woman.

A man only shows such vulnerability in front of the woman he loves most, revealing a rawness in his voice uncontrollably.

Caught off guard by his embrace, Hertha felt the warmth from his chest seep through the thin fabric onto her skin, warming her heart.

And his words warmed her ears even more.

She could feel the depth of Alaric's love for her.

her heart fully,

but always felt there was a hurdle she couldn't overcome. It was like being about to enjoy her favorite dish, only to find a fly in it. Even after removing the fly,

nor could she stomach the

was truly

truth allowed Hertha to finally get over

fly was actually a plastic one, not real, posing no real

favorite dish

hugged Alaric

his heart beating solely for her in that moment

had never felt as happy as she did right

to the receptionist, Alaric should have been fast asleep when Georgia returned to her room, making it impossible for anything to have

just drunk, not

two possibilities: either Georgia made a move on Alaric, or nothing happened between them at all. Hertha

upon encountering Georgia, Hertha devised a plan to make