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.

convinced Alaric seemed, began to doubt herself. Could it be that she had

to help her

got it wrong then. Let's get back to the topic. I don't want to repeat myself a

thing, Ms. Kensington," Alaric

watched all of Alaric's expressions, silently amused. Knowing Alaric for years, he was well aware

bought it, impressed Ethan. Yet, he had never seen Alaric look at a woman with such an earnest gaze before. To Ethan, Alaric's usual look was one of amusement or desire,

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his gaze toward Hertha was different, making Ethan realize for

that special

This was getting interesting.

hand, remained indifferent. He knew of Alaric's ways

seasoned player, and Hertha, inexperienced in love, seemed like a

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