Hertha was like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes darting to the door in panic.

Oh no, her mom was back!

Of all the times for her mom to return!

Hertha leaped up, rushing to Alaric, grabbing his shoulders with a tense expression.

Alaric, with a smirk playing on his lips and his charming eyes lifting in amusement, looked at her mischievously.

"What's the rush? Can't wait any longer?"

"Cut the crap, get up!" Hertha pulled him to his feet, looking around desperately for a hiding spot.

But the key was already turning in the lock, the door about to open.

held her breath, pressing down on Alaric's shoulders, forcing him to crouch down. She bent

thinking clearly about

a man's

a beat, and as she turned, she met Kimberly's

resist, raising his head and straightening his shoulders with a frown, "Hertha, where exactly are you trying to hide me? This gap is so small, even if you

caught the key words in Alaric's complaint: hide,

images of Hertha and Alaric kissing passionately on the couch, Hertha attempting to

scenario was thrilling, too intimate

Hertha's ear, scolding with embarrassment, "Hertha, you little rascal, haven't I made myself clear? He has issues with you having two kids, he's not

pain,

Alaric, realizing Kimberly's words

at

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