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?

the bug eyes? You'd think 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 it at him, each word seething through clenched teeth, "Alaric, are

his palm and not his face. Had he not

you maybe aim somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug of mine isn't easily

your face I was 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

chest heaving with anger as she

take responsibility. But you're the one pushing me away," Alaric retorted with

steam practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not

hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as if he was making a valid

unable

guy, discussing such matters in public without

care about his reputation,

sure 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 them

Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too late

what right do you have to sell it?" Hertha spat

car was

you, and it got a major overhaul Then, you

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