Hertha's booming voice caught Alaric off guard, jolting him back to reality.

Hertha's eyes were wide as saucers, and because they were so close, her spit even landed on his face.

Alaric leaned back a bit, creating some space between them, instantly dissolving the previous moment of closeness with Hertha's shout.

Alaric quipped, "I thought I saw a mosquito on your face. I was about to smack it dead, but you scared it off with that roar."

"A mosquito on my face and I didn't feel it?" Hertha touched her face, puzzled.

Alaric, with all the confidence in the world, retorted, "Of course, who feels a mosquito before it bites? It's the itch afterwards that gives it away. You got lucky; it flew off before it could bite, scared off by you." Alaric's serious demeanor didn't betray a hint of deceit. When it came to charming women, he was a pro.

He had honed his ability to improvise on the spot during his various flirtations, able to concoct any excuse without missing a beat.

Alaric seemed, began to doubt herself.

he genuinely just trying to help her with

got it wrong then. Let's get back

Kensington," Alaric replied

amused. Knowing Alaric for years, he

at a woman with

C

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Ethan realize for the first time

Hertha really that special to

This was getting interesting.

of Alaric's

Hertha. Alaric, a seasoned player, and Hertha, inexperienced in love, seemed like a mismatch. Thalassa couldn't

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