Chapter 1969

Chapter 1969

She never told Alaric her birthday, did she? And Alaric never celebrated it with her either.

So, how on earth did he know her birthday?

Wait, that's not even the main issue. The real question is, why would he use her birthday as his phone's passcode?

This guy must be nuts!

Hertha was flabbergasted as she scrolled through the call log, her eyes nearly popping out when she saw the top entry-a junkyard!

No way!

The number Alaric had called was for a junkyard!

Was he planning to sell her car as scrap?

you stumbled upon some earth-shattering news," Alaric quipped as he leaned in closer, just as Hertha was reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her phone to chuck

not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd be nursing

aim somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug

aiming for! Alaric, don't think just because you're good-looking, you can do whatever you please! Not only do you bail after hooking up, now you're trying to sell my car! What does my car have to do with

chest heaving with anger

wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one pushing

coming out of her ears, "Can you not be such a jerk for once? I'm talking about my car

pointed out, touching his nose as if he was

in her throat, unable to vent or swallow. She was

in public without a shred of

not care about

no one was paying attention to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted, "Shut up! Call them back and tell

by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating

what right do you have to

your car was

ago, I rear-ended you, and it got a major overhaul

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