The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Alaric was bouncing off the walls, full of energy once again.

Hertha, taken aback, leaned back to dodge his mischievous advance. "Hey, cut it out, will you? Have you forgotten what we're supposed to do today?"

Alaric's eyes darted, remembering the important task at hand. He sprang out of bed, grabbed his clothes off the floor, and headed for the bathroom. "Hurry, hurry, get up! The city hall's going to close soon." He had almost forgotten that today was the day he and Hertha were supposed to get their marriage license.

Watching Alaric disappear into the bathroom, Hertha couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

She muttered under her breath, "I should have never reminded him. He actually forgot we were getting our license today."

Could it be that he wasn't taking their marriage seriously if he forgot about something as significant as their license day?

It seemed like he didn't value getting married to her after all!

Despite Hertha's easy-going nature, she wasn't immune to the occasional overthinking and sensitivity common to many women.

Alaric's near-forgetfulness about their license day had definitely ruffled her feathers.

dressed, and sat in front of the vanity, slowly brushing

a quick five-minute shower, Alaric emerged to find Hertha in front of the mirror, leisurely attending to

we still have to drive there. We might get held up in traffic, and if city hall closes, we'll have to wait till tomorrow." "What's the rush?

asked, "What

his excitement and

getting cold

possibility made Alaric feel

on this last night?" He approached her, leaning on the vanity with one hand

about the license. How could she change her

he thought, are truly

was at a loss trying to decipher her

last night? It seems like we didn't talk at all," Hertha countered, continuing to brush her hair slowly, showing no sign

Now truly worried, Alaric's

brows furrowed. "This

for jokes, Hertha.