The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Hertha's eyes widened in shock, her breath caught in her throat as she quickly averted her gaze, using her hand to block the peripheral vision. Her voice laced with frustration, she shouted, "Alaric, for heaven's sake, put some clothes on!"

Just moments before, Alaric had been awkwardly trying to regain his composure after Hertha had kicked him. Seeing her embarrassment, he relaxed, crossed his arms, and smirked, "Come on, it's not like you haven't seen it before. What's there to be shy about?"

Hearing those words, Hertha's anger flared even more. Glancing around, her eyes landed on a mug on the bedside table. She grabbed it and hurled it at Alaric.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"You jerk! Taking advantage of me and then mocking me!"

Alaric caught the mug effortlessly, glanced at it, and teased, "Whoa, trying to murder your husband, are we?"

"Get lost! Who's your wife?" Hertha snapped back, taking a quick glance at him.

Even though it was just a brief look, she saw more than she intended.

Blushing furiously, Hertha bit her lip, got up, and quickly turned to go into the bathroom, eager to end the interaction with Alaric.

As soon as she turned on the shower, before she could even start to rinse off, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"What now?" she snapped, looking towards the door. Through the frosted glass, she saw a figure standing there.

Who else could it be but Alaric?

Hertha clenched her teeth even tighter, thinking, Alaric really knows how to be a pain.

"The door, open it. I need to take a shower too," Alaric's deep voice sounded so matter-of-fact.

Hertha angrily retorted, "Go shower at your own place, with your clothes on!"

"My clothes are too nasty to wear," Alaric responded.

"Then wrap yourself in a blanket and go," Hertha countered.

Last night was a mistake, she thought. She wanted to forget everything about it and wished Alaric would just disappear from her sight.

"If someone sees me like that, they might think we're up to no good," Alaric said with a mischievous tone.

"I'm not sneaking around with

anyone, least of all you. Now leave

me alone, I need to shower!" Hertha was on

бле

e verge of exploding with

anger.

She had never realized how audacious Alaric could be, always speaking his mind without a filter.

In this battle of wits, she felt utterly outmatched.

Hertha couldn't chase Alaric away, so she hoped he would at least stop bothering her while she showered. She quickly washed up, dressed, and tried to ignore him as much as possible.

"Fine, you go ahead. I'll wait," Alaric finally said.

Hertha stole a quick glance at the door, saw Alaric still standing there, then quickly looked away, continuing her shower without giving him another thought.

Just as she lathered up, Hertha heard a noise at the door.

She quickly turned off the shower and listened closely. Someone was fumbling with keys, about to enter.

Oh no, could it be her mom?

Hertha tensed up, glanced towards the frosted glass, and saw Alaric was still there.

Damn it!

Her bathroom was right by the living room, meaning anyone entering through the main door would have a clear view straight to the bathroom.

The mere thought of her mom walking in and seeing Alaric standing there, in all his glory, made Hertha's breath hitch.

In a panic, she rushed to the door, flung it open, and yanked Alaric inside the bathroom.

Just then, the main door swung open.