Hertha's booming voice caught Alaric off guard, jolting him back to reality.

Hertha's eyes were wide as saucers, and because they were so close, her spit even landed on his face.

Alaric leaned back a bit, creating some space between them, instantly dissolving the previous moment of closeness with Hertha's shout.

Alaric quipped, "I thought I saw a mosquito on your face. I was about to smack it dead, but you scared it off with that roar."

"A mosquito on my face and I didn't feel it?" Hertha touched her face, puzzled.

Alaric, with all the confidence in the world, retorted, "Of course, who feels a mosquito before it bites? It's the itch afterwards that gives it away. You got lucky; it flew off before it could bite, scared off by you." Alaric's serious demeanor didn't betray a hint of deceit. When it came to charming women, he was a pro.

He had honed his ability to improvise on the spot during his various flirtations, able to concoct any excuse without missing a beat.

Hertha, seeing how convinced Alaric seemed, began to doubt herself. Could it be that she had wronged him?

Was he genuinely just trying to help her with the mosquito?

get back to

thing, Ms. Kensington," Alaric replied

amused. Knowing Alaric for years, he

convincing that even Hertha bought it, impressed Ethan. Yet, he had never seen Alaric look at a woman with such an earnest gaze before. To Ethan, Alaric's usual

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making Ethan realize for the first time that Alaric might genuinely have

that special

This was getting interesting.

He knew of Alaric's ways with women and had

observing how close Hertha and Alaric were, felt a sense of worry for Hertha. Alaric, a seasoned player, and Hertha, inexperienced in love, seemed like a mismatch. Thalassa couldn't help but feel anxious for

Hertha, thought Thalassa, her fate

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