The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 2037

It was indeed a rare gem when two people, driven by love, hurried into marriage. The clerk, processing their marriage license, hoped every couple she assisted would find everlasting happiness. Seeing their eagerness, why make them wait any longer?

Alaric, upon seeing the clerk's approval, must have thanked her a dozen times over. Hertha couldn't help but smile, seeing Alaric's boyish, goofy grin. From filling out the forms to taking photos, and finally receiving their marriage certificate, the whole process took just ten minutes.

When Alaric held the freshly printed certificate, still warm from the printer, it felt almost sacred in his hands. He was married. He was truly married to Hertha! Never in his thirty-something years had he felt this elated, this blissful. After admiring the certificate for a moment, Alaric carefully tucked it into his pocket. Overwhelmed with joy, he couldn't resist cupping Hertha's face, puckering her lips into a kiss. "Hey, wifey, what do you fancy for lunch?" he asked, still buzzing from the excitement.

Hertha, taken aback by the sudden kiss but understanding his exhilaration, turned to the clerk and said, "Shouldn't we be asking our guest what she'd like to eat? We were going to treat this lovely lady to lunch, weren't we?"

Realizing his oversight, Alaric quickly said to the clerk, "What would you like to eat? It's all up to your taste."

his excitement. The clerk, smiling, responded, "No need, I'll be heading home for lunch. You've just got married; I wouldn't want to

that, she packed up

insist further. They shared a look, eyes twinkling with shared sweetness. "C'mon, what do you wanna eat? Think

shared. But now,

in realization, "Oh, that's right, we're married now. And we didn't sign a prenup, so your vast fortune is half mine now, isn't it?" Alaric

her laughter resembling the tinkling of bells, "You're really

Alaric, but not just

home, I'll hand over all my bank cards

as

With the