The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1152

"Look, my grandpa just told me that he'd invest half a billion into the Reed Group to help me dodge this engagement bullet. If we blow our cover now, it'll all go up in smoke. Better you stay put here," Alaric weighed the pros and cons, offering his take.

"Then where am I supposed to sleep?" Hertha glanced around. There was only one bed in the whole room.

"I'll take the bed, and you get the floor," Alaric declared.

Hertha frowned, "Why don't you sleep on the floor?"

"I've got a sour back; the floor is too hard," Alaric shrugged nonchalantly, playing the wounded card.

Hertha clenched her fists, fighting the urge to punch him, but restrained herself upon seeing the spray bottle in his hand.

It was a special spray for bruises and sprains.

She marched over, snatched the spray from his grip and pressed down hard over the bruises on his back.

A few sprays weren't enough. She went for a few more.

Alaric winced, "You got something against my injury?"

"I've got something against you!" Hertha huffed, tossing the spray aside, ready to claim the bed.

Alaric's eyebrows arched. He had anticipated her move. He swiftly collapsed onto the bed, sprawling out to claim his territory, "Ouch, my back's killing me. I need to sleep on something soft."

Not only did he lie on the bed, but he also stretched out full starfish style, hogging the entire space.

Hertha, her foot barely on the edge of the bed, found it commandeered by Alaric. Her next step was forcibly halted.