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?

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,

incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face.

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

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

was fuming, her chest heaving with anger as she confronted

you're the one pushing me away," Alaric

was livid, steam practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not be such

out, touching his nose as if

her throat, unable to

guy, discussing such matters in public

might not care about his reputation, but

no one was paying attention to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth

probably halfway here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it

what right do you have to sell

your car was due

you, and it got a

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