By the time Alaric snapped out of it, Hertha had already reached the BMW, opening the door and preparing to get in.

Alaric, with swift steps, hurried to the passenger side, flinging the door open and sliding in.

Hertha froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Alaric, I've never seen you this eager about anything. What, rushing home for a blind date or something?"

"Didn't I just finish a blind date?" Alaric's lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Hertha.

Playing dumb, Hertha looked around exaggeratedly. "With whom, exactly? There's no eligible bachelor or bachelorette in sight. Surely not the salesperson? Have we stopped caring about gender in the dating game now?"

Alaric's smile faded, his tone slightly annoyed. "Who said anything about not caring about gender?"

"So, who then? Was it Georgia who you managed to drive away earlier?" Hertha continued with her feigned ignorance.

Alaric's briefly kindled enthusiasm dimmed. "Let's just drive, okay? Weren't you heading to Royal Estates? It'll be dark soon."

bush anymore. She got into the car, buckled her seatbelt

different; so comfy,"

twitched. "A three hundred grand car and you're talking about genuine leather? That's

look. "To me, this is genuine leather. If I say it's genuine, then it

genuine leather. Whatever you

is not someone you

holding out hope of winning her over. Offending her could make things extremely

almost wished she could do it to death, too lazy

wisely chose to keep quiet. Midway through the drive, he realized

wasn't the way

they probably have a lot of catching up to

is healed?" Alaric was out of the loop, having been caught up with work at the Crawley Group, with

like a revelation,

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