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Hertha's cheeks flared a fiery red as she hastily retorted, "Get over yourself. Who'd want to sleep with

you? If I didn't want some alone time with Dominic, do you think I'd agree to play your little girlfriend

charade to appease your family?"

"Why are you standing so far away, then? Afraid I'll gobble you up?" Alaric's lips curled into an amused

smirk, his tone teasing and relaxed.

"It's because I'm afraid you won’t be able to control yourself!" Hertha blurted out defensively.

"Trust me, with all the women I’ve met, you don't light my fire," Alaric replied, his voice as cool as a

cucumber.

Deflated, Hertha's temper flared up in a flash, "Oh, so you feel accomplished? I bet you're as worn out

as an old nail!"

Hertha was undefeated in a war of words.

The smile that had been playing at the corner of Alaric's mouth vanished, and his gaze turned steely as

he looked at Hertha. "Are you even a lady? How can you spout such talk?"

"Can't you tell if I’m a woman? What, are you blind?" Hertha shot back.

Alaric took a deep breath, visibly annoyed, and nodded, "Yeah, I must be blind. Maybe it’s time I found

out for myself if you're really a woman, and showed you if I’m as worn out as you claim!"

"How do you propose doing that?" Hertha retorted without thinking.

Alaric’s eyes widened incredulously, doubting whether her remark was intentional, just to get a rise out

of him.

He stared at her, perplexed. Hertha met his gaze with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Their eyes

locked, and an unspoken energy seemed to grow between them, seeping into their hearts.

Hertha's pulse quickened as she took in his devilishly handsome features. His narrow, seductive eyes

locked onto hers, like a fox ensnaring its prey, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Alaric’s gaze lingered on Hertha's dewy appearance, her wet hair clinging to her fair skin, droplets of

water trailing down, her petite and slightly voluptuous figure enveloped in his bathrobe, giving her an

innocent yet sensual allure.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the heat he had been trying to suppress surged to his core, tensing his

body.

Just as the air between them grew thick with tension, Hertha pinched her thigh hard to snap back to

reality.

She averted her eyes and mumbled, "Your back's just a bit bruised, nothing serious. It should be fine in

a few days. I should go to another room now."

Her eyes darted around, avoiding Alaric's gaze. Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked

away.

Alaric shifted his gaze away, making no attempt to stop her.

Hertha calmed herself down said with a shaky voice, "Granny, I think I’ve wandered into the wrong

room. This is Alaric’s room, isn’t it? The guest room is next door, right?" New chаpter av?ilable on

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