Ethan tuned into Alaric's frustration with the keenness of someone who's been there. Standing up, he adjusted his collar and crafted a smooth exit for Alaric, "Looks like it's all yours, Mr. Sinclair. Alaric, let's hit the road."

"Ah, right, Lysander, make sure you and Thalassa have a good chat. Nothing to be shy about, we'll head out first." Alaric shot Lysander a teasing look, hinting that it was a perfect moment for some personal talk.

After receiving a glare from Lysander that could freeze hell over, Alaric couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing his documents and making a quick escape.

Outside, Hertha was on the curb, hailing a cab. Alaric approached, offering a ride, "Let me give you a lift."

Without a second thought, Hertha declined, "I wouldn't want to trouble a busy man like Mr. Falconer."

Just then, a taxi pulled up. Hertha swung open the door, jumped in, and urged the driver to go before she even gave an address.

taxi disappear, Alaric felt certain Hertha was avoiding him. Why else the rush? Was it because of yesterday, when he visited her place and their accidental touch in the kitchen made Spencer jealous?

soured Alaric's

upper hand, but now, missing his chance with Hertha, he was

now, a married woman. He had to

The taxi's long gone," Ethan called from the driver's seat, never having seen Alaric this downcast before. Alaric was

roses,

NOW PLAY YOUR

Gøøglᴇ to

doubt love's worth. Better to stay detached, unencumbered

climbed into the

Back at the restaurant.

Lysander, now just the three of

thinned, Lysander might feel more at ease discussing work. Thalassa ventured, "Mr. Sinclair, about the design process..." "Have

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