The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Hertha was like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes darting to the door in panic.

Oh no, her mom was back!

Of all the times for her mom to return!

Hertha leaped up, rushing to Alaric, grabbing his shoulders with a tense expression.

Alaric, with a smirk playing on his lips and his charming eyes lifting in amusement, looked at her mischievously.

"What's the rush? Can't wait any longer?"

"Cut the crap, get up!" Hertha pulled him to his feet, looking around desperately for a hiding spot.

But the key was already turning in the lock, the door about to open.

Hertha held her breath, pressing down on Alaric's shoulders, forcing him to crouch down. She bent over, trying to shove him under the couch.

The gap was tiny, nowhere near big enough for Alaric's arm, but Hertha wasn't thinking clearly about the size of the gap, only that she had to try and fit him in!

"Hertha, what are you doing?" Kimberly walked in, surprised to see Hertha pushing a man's head down, trying to squeeze him next to the couch. Kimberly hurried over.

Hertha's heart skipped a beat, and as she turned, she met Kimberly's questioning gaze.

With an awkward smile, Hertha hadn't even begun to explain when Alaric started to resist, raising his head and straightening his shoulders with a frown, "Hertha, where exactly are you trying to hide me? This gap is so small, even if you flatten me like a pancake, I won't fit!"

Kimberly caught the key words in Alaric's complaint: hide, squeeze?

Her mind unwillingly conjured images of Hertha and Alaric kissing passionately on the couch, Hertha attempting to undress Alaric.

Such a scenario was thrilling, too intimate for Kimberly to even continue pondering.

Kimberly's face flushed, she grabbed Hertha's ear, scolding with embarrassment, "Hertha, you little rascal, haven't I made myself clear? He has issues with you having two kids, he's not going to be with you! He came here to break things off, and you're still dragging him into this? Are you that desperate?"

"Ow, ow, ow, Mom, you're hurting me!" Hertha winced in pain, her ear feeling like it was about to be twisted off.

Alaric, realizing Kimberly's words

were a jab at him and seeing

Hertha's pitiful state, chuckled, "Kimberly, oh, I mean, Mom, you've got it all wrong. I'm not here to break things off with Hertha. If anything, I like her too much to do that. It

was

albmy idea to come here, all my initiative, it's not her fault..."

"What?"

"What?"

Kimberly and Hertha exclaimed in shock, both looking at Alaric bewildered.

Seeing Alaric's matter-of-fact face, Hertha ground her teeth in frustration, thinking, Alaric, you'll pay for this embarrassment when we're alone!

Alaric, catching her challenging gaze, grinned provocatively.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Kimberly, stunned by Alaric's words, released Hertha's ear and asked seriously, "Alaric, what are you trying

е

to say? One moment you're cold to my daughter, the next you're here trying to patch things up. What do you want? Be straightforward, don't waste our time. Yes, my daughter has two kids, and we're not hiding that. If you accept them, I'm okay with you dating her. If not, then stay away. If it's over, let it be over for good!"

"I'm the father of Hertha's children. I have no intention of avoiding responsibility for her and our kids," Alaric explained earnestly.