She couldn't count the number of times she'd kicked herself for being so superficial, falling for Alaric, the ultimate player. Her past obsession with him was a source of never-ending frustration. Seeing that Hertha was seriously fed up, Alaric raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll stop. Happy now?"

Hertha rolled her eyes at him and headed for the kitchen. Alaric noticed the grocery bag she was carrying and followed her, asking casually, "Do you even know how to cook?"

"That mouth of yours isn't just for offending people, you know," Hertha shot back without turning around.

"Did I say something wrong?" Alaric followed her, only to have the glass door slammed shut in his face, nearly squashing his nose.

Alaric couldn't help but laugh. "Hertha, I'm a patient here!"

Hertha looked at him disdainfully through the glass. "If you weren't sick, I wouldn't bother coming!"

"Can't you be a little nicer? Do you treat the kids at home like this too?" Alaric said.

"The kids are a thousand times cuter than you. Just one look from them can melt my heart. If I were a block of ice, I'd turn into a warm puddle around them, unlike you!" Hertha rolled her eyes at him again.

bad

annoying!" Hertha said

you..." Alaric felt wounded by

turned her back on him and was

he stepped in, offering, "I'll help

the privileged lord is offering to get his

rare compliment. "Of course, you've yet to discover all my hidden talents," Alaric-said, moving to the stove to take some vegetables from Bertha and started

a moment and saw Alaric discarding the stems of the cress into the trash

the leaves we

reveal your true colors as a spoiled brat. Who ever heard of eating cress leaves and not the stems?"

get out, before you waste what little food we

these

Is this

a strange

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