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?

earth-shattering news," Alaric quipped as he leaned in closer, just as Hertha was reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her

caught the incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his

other than the face next time? I mean, come on, this

whatever you please! Not only do you bail after hooking

heaving with anger as she confronted

wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one pushing me away," Alaric

her ears, "Can you not

hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as if he was

frustration, stuck in her throat, unable to vent or swallow. She was

discussing such matters in public

not care about his reputation, but

no one was paying attention to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted, "Shut up! Call them back and tell them not to come for the

here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too late to call

right do you have to sell it?" Hertha spat

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