Alaric could clearly see the worry in Hertha's eyes, and it instantly lifted his spirits. He wanted to sit up, to take Hertha's hand and speak directly to her, but as he attempted to rise, he suddenly remembered how seriously ill he was. Would Hertha think he was faking his illness if he got up now?
At that moment, Alaric's first thought was of Hertha's feelings. With that in mind, he abandoned the idea of sitting up. Instead, from his position lying in bed, he weakly reached out to Hertha. "Hertha, you came to see me... I thought I might never see you again..."
Seeing him so weak and feeble, Hertha's heart melted. Instinctively, she took Alaric's hand, comforting him, "With Dr. Lydia here, you'll be fine. Don't be afraid."
Alaric's hand was cold as ice, but Hertha's hand was warm. Holding it, the coldness that had settled in Alaric's heart from the recent chaos seemed to melt away. Barely holding her hand, he used the strength to sit up, leaning forward and pulling Hertha into an embrace. In that moment, Alaric couldn't help himself, his voice taking on a child-like whine, "I've missed you so much. Can we be more than just friends? Can we be together?"
At our most vulnerable, even the slightest bit of care can make us yearn to be close to those we cherish the most. Our heart's truest words cannot be hidden.
Hertha was held close, Alaric's cheek against hers, feeling the heat of his face. She couldn't tell if it was fever or his emotions running hot. Her heart skipped a beat, feeling herself ignite with him. For a moment, she wanted to say yes, to be with him.
But as the words were about to leave her lips, she remembered Alaric and Georgia's child, the unbreakable ties to his past. If she were to be with him, she'd spend a lifetime navigating troubles and resolving conflicts, not just quarreling with another woman but also dealing with his connections to other people's children.
With that thought, Hertha's heated mind cooled instantly. The words she was about to say got stuck in her throat. She pulled away from Alaric, her voice filled with anger, "So, Alaric, you're playing the sick card to win my sympathy, huh? I almost fell for it!"
Pushed back, Alaric ended up lying down again, accidentally nudging a silver needle in his neck deeper. The sharp pain made him cry out, "Ow, ow, it hurts..."
He curled up from the pain. Dr. Lydia, who was nearby, saw Alaric's condition and quickly intervened, removing the needle that had gone in too deep and pressing down on the spot to ease the pain. "Stop yelling; it's out now."
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Is this the end of the story...
Thanks for completing this beautiful story May you always prosper....
Waiting to hear how the grandfather behaves going forwards. Thanks for updating...
This story is splendid. Thanks so much....
I find Hertha extremely childish.poor Alaric one woman is childish the other one is domineering and a liar.poor guy.please get the Thalassa and Lysander story back...
Crossing my fingers. Thanks so kuch...
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Oh thanks for this beautiful novel updates. At last the man's legs are healed....
Hertha needs to tell Alaric everything and quit giving a hard time ....
Hertha is being childish.thanks for the updates...