Chapter 1531Hertha has always been the kind of person who speaks her mind, never afraid to put Alaric on the
spot.
Alaric knew Hertha all too well; if she wasn’t ribbing him, she wouldn’t be Hertha.
As he casually munched on his food, Alaric said, “I’ve cut ties with my mom, got kicked out of the
Falconer clan, just a regular Joe now, no ‘young master’ talk, please. I’m doing worse than you
guys; at least you have your own place, while I’m stuck living in whatever digs my boss throws my
way. Who knows, if he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed one morning, I could be out on the
street. If it ever comes to that, Hertha…”
Alaric paused, giving Hertha a look before his gaze shifted meaningfully towards Spencer, who was
sitting across from him. His look was pretty straightforward.
Finally, his eyes landed on Spencer, flashing a mischievous smile, “You and Hertha wouldn’t mind
taking me in, would you?”
What was Alaric on about? Asking to crash with them!
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Hertha felt a pang in her heart, her pulse racing. That Alaric, always causing her stress, making her
heart skip beats with his antics.
Today, his visit for a day of barbecue had nearly sent her over the edge, scrambling to get
everything in order, just so he wouldn’t bump into Julian and Helena.
If he moved in with them, how could she keep hiding things?
Hertha chewed on her fork, her heart pounding, nervously glancing at Spencer, her eyes practically
begging him: reject him, you must reject him! He can’t move in with us!Spencer didn’t look at Hertha, his usually gentle gaze hardened as it met Alaric’s, and after a few
tense seconds, he finally spoke, “Mr. Falconer, with your skills, I doubt any boss would let you go
that easily. And if by some chance you do get kicked out, I’m sure you’ll have another, better
opportunity waiting for you.”
The response, neither an acceptance nor a direct rejection, was as polite a refusal as they come.
Hertha breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still racing, and quickly grabbed a piece of steak from the
grill, placing it on Spencer’s plate with a goofy smile, “Eat up, love…”
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Seeing Hertha serve Spencer with the fork she just had in her mouth, the gesture so natural and
unbothered.
“Ah, you know me too well, love my steak medium-rare,” Spencer’s smile was warm and
affectionate, unabashedly taking a bite.
Watching this, Alaric felt a sting in his heart. Suddenly, he couldn’t bear to watch their lovey-dovey
exchanges anymore, his mischievous demeanor fading as he said, “Where are the mugs? I could
use a cup of coffee.”
Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org”The mugs are in the kitchen. I’ll get them,” chimed in Thalassa, who had been quietly sitting to the
side, ready to stand.
Alaric replied, “No need, I’ll get it myself.”
He stood up, heading for the kitchen. He just wanted to break away from the sight of Hertha and
Spencer’s intimate moments together.
He tried to tell himself not to care, after all, Hertha and Spencer were married, but his heart wouldn’t
listen.Seeing their seamless interaction felt like a series of stabs to his heart, painful and unavoidable.
As Alaric stepped into the kitchen and opened the cupboard, Hertha, who was still eating, caught a
glimpse of him through the glass door.
Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in panic.
Oh no, the baby bottles are all stored in that cupboard!
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