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?

discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her phone to chuck it at him, each word seething

and not his face. Had he not

maybe aim somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come

please! Not only do you bail after hooking up, now you're trying to sell my car! What

heaving with anger

take responsibility. But you're the

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

Alaric pointed out, touching

unable to vent or swallow. She was on the verge

discussing such matters in public without a

about his reputation,

anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted, "Shut

by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was

you have to sell

your car was due

you, and it

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