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?

as Hertha was reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her

palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her

than the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug of mine

you please! Not only do you bail

fuming, her chest heaving with anger

said I wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the

practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not be

pointed out, touching his nose as if he was making

her throat, unable to vent or

guy, discussing such matters in public without

about his reputation, but she

subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted, "Shut up! Call them back and tell them not to come for the

halfway here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating

what right do you have to sell it?" Hertha spat out

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