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?

was reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her phone to chuck

it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd be nursing a facial

couldn't help but chuckle, "Could you maybe aim somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug of mine isn't

exactly your face I was aiming for! Alaric, don't think just because you're good-looking, you can do whatever you please! Not only

chest heaving

I wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one pushing me away," Alaric retorted with an innocent

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

out, touching his nose

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

such matters in public without a shred

about his

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

They're probably halfway here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too late to call

you have to sell it?" Hertha

car was

and it got a major overhaul Then,

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