Chapter 770

The man was dressed in brown slacks and a cream-colored shirt, his short hair dyed a chestnut brown. He had a youthful appearance, but his amber eyes were filled with melancholy.

He walked over to Alaric and Hertha and stopped next to them, “Mr. Falconer, what a coincidence. You’re here for a drink too?” He directed his gaze towards Alaric.

“Leopold, it’s been a while,” Alaric greeted Leopold Sinclair.

As he spoke, his eyes flicked briefly towards Hertha, who was clinging to his arm like a needy kitten.

Noticing the confusion in his gaze, Alaric’s stern expression softened slightly. He chuckled and explained to Leopold in a teasing tone, “She’s just a little tipsy.”

By this, he meant that he wasn’t interested in Hertha. Instead, she was the one clinging to him due to her disturbed state of mind.

Although Alaric had a reputation for being a ladies’ man, he knew better than to mix business with pleasure.

certainly didn’t view

Alaric’s explanation. She was clinging to Alaric; her face buried into his arm, eyes closed, lips

influence of

out to pat Hertha’s shoulder gently.

her head towards him; her eyes glazed

you’re here drinking alone? Didn’t Thalassa come with you?” Leopold

college mates. Back in the days when he was dating Thalassa, Hertha often tagged along

haze. Recognizing him, she lifted a finger to point at him accusingly, “Leopold, it’s all your fault! If you hadn’t treated Thalassa so poorly and hadn’t broken

state now!”

was well aware of Thalassa’s predicament. She knew how Thalassa was being dominated by Lysander, being used as a tool for his venting.

it always filled Hertha with immense grief.

plight, Leopold’s heart ached. His already melancholic eyes

pain.

me take you home,” Leopold offered as he tried to hide his own pain. He reached

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