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.

moment, she opened her

Hertha loved Alaric but always felt there was a hurdle she couldn't overcome. It was like being

discard the meal, nor could she stomach the thought

dilemma was truly

the truth allowed

a plastic one, not real,

her favorite dish without any

hugged Alaric back, just

his heart beating solely for her in that moment

as happy

creeping into her mind the night before, after hearing from the hotel receptionist According to the receptionist, Alaric should have been fast asleep when Georgia

was just drunk, not

two possibilities: either Georgia made a move on Alaric, or nothing happened between

encountering Georgia, Hertha devised a plan to make Georgia reveal