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Hertha was blissfully unaware of Alaric's odd behavior and hadn't noticed anything amiss in her own actions either. She touched Alaric's forehead to check for a fever and compared it to her own, before withdrawing her hand and remarking, "You're not running a fever."

Her puzzled gaze met Alaric's, which was loaded with emotion, his Adam's apple bobbing noticeably. Having had children, Hertha could easily decipher the meaning behind Alaric's gaze. It sent a flutter through her heart, and her cheeks flushed with heat as she realized her action might have been a bit forward for a man. To skirt around the awkwardness, she averted her gaze, adopting a smile and a joking tone to lighten the mood.

"No worries, you're not sick. Just don't scare yourself. You're Mr. Ethan's golden boy; he'd be beside himself if you were ill."

Changing the subject, Hertha walked over and sat next to Thalassa, casting a glance at the full table with David, Lysander, and Ethan, pointedly ignoring Alaric at the end. With a smile, she asked, "Everyone's here. Are both companies keen on discussing craftsmanship?"

called Mr. Sinclair over. We bought your design drafts, and Mr. Sinclair bought Thalassa's. I figured since we acquired the designs

opportunity to potentially reconcile the two by facilitating more interaction between them, especially now that Thalassa had left Royal Estates.

you could've given me a heads up that Hertha would be

had spared him a moment of panic, fearing

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just now, someone calling for you?" Alaric suddenly remembered

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darted around as she forced a smile. "I came straight in. Why would I

outside?" Alaric pressed, still

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