The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1965

Being obsessed with looks and crushes is a killer, man.

Hertha bit her tongue, reminding herself that this was just the price she had to pay for her youthful follies.

"Alright then, I'm a quick driver," Hertha informed with a brief nod before starting the car and accelerating away.

"Whoa!" Alaric was jolted by the sudden movement, hastily grabbing the seatbelt as he let out a sound of surprise.

"Hertha, it's a real shame you're not a race car driver," Alaric teased her.

"What's it to you whether I become a race car driver or not!" Hertha was full of complaints and didn't want to engage in a proper conversation with him.

"I was just joking, why so serious?" Alaric chuckled mischievously.

"Alaric, spit it out, what do you really want?" Hertha questioned him while she drove.

She was done beating around the bush with him.

He was clearly there with a purpose today, yet all he did was joke around without getting to the point.

"I'm here to propose marriage, what do you say?" Alaric turned to look at Hertha's profile, a playful smile on his lips, but his eyes were intense and serious.

A lot of true feelings are often expressed in jest.

"Marry your foot! Alaric, have you lost your mind? Forgot what I told you before?" Hertha couldn't help but curse.

Just hearing Alaric mention marriage made her heart race, filling her with a bizarre urge to lash out.

She couldn't tell if it was out of sheer rejection or curiosity to see what a marriage certificate looked like.