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 at him, each word seething through clenched teeth, "Alaric, are

caught the incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not

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 do you

fuming, her chest heaving with anger as she

said I wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one pushing me away,"

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

hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his nose

stuck in her throat, unable to

guy, discussing such matters in public

not care about his reputation,

Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted,

by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it

do you have to sell it?" Hertha spat

car

Three years ago, I rear-ended you, and it got a major overhaul Then, you had

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