Chapter 1532Hertha felt a shiver run down her spine, her blood seemingly flowing backward in shock. Her scalp
tingled with fear, and she completely forgot to chew the bite of food she had just taken.
When Thalassa saw the look of astonishment on Hertha’s face, she too suddenly realized what lay
inside the cupboard – it was the kids’ sippy cups and cartoon-themed plates!
Alaric had opened it!
Thalassa was just as terrified for Hertha.
Frozen for a moment, Hertha quickly stood up and dashed towards the kitchen, her mouth still full of
food, mumbling in a hurried, muffled voice, “Alaric, you’re our guest, please sit down, I’ll get it…”
But by then, Alaric had already opened the cupboard door, revealing two adorable sippy cups and
the playful, cartoon-themed plates inside.
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He paused, his eyebrows knitting together slightly.
Hertha, in her panic, raced towards the kitchen. As she neared the entrance, her foot slipped on the
glossy tile floor, propelling her forward.
“Ah!” Hertha screamed in fright, instinctively reaching up to protect her wig from falling off again.
But as she fell forward, bracing for the painful impact with the ground, her eyes shut tight in
anticipation.
Alaric turned around just in time to catch Hertha as she hurled towards him, her face pressing
against his.The warmth of Alaric’s cheeks, their masculine elasticity, radiated a heat that was naturally higher
than that of a woman’s. As Hertha’s face pressed against Alaric’s, the scorching heat transferred to
her heart in an instant, sending shivers down her spine.
Her heart raced, not only from the fear of Alaric discovering the kids’ secret but from an
uncontrollable infatuation.
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Alaric, initially feeling a bit down, now found Hertha in his arms, soft as cotton and fragrant as lilies,
invigorating his senses. His heart, as if infused with fresh blood, beat vigorously, reigniting his
masculinity. His heart skipped a beat, a clear sign of being smitten.
Just as Hertha had dashed into the kitchen, Thalassa also got up, intending to follow. But after
taking just one step, she saw Hertha fall into Alaric’s embrace.
Their close embrace, cheeks against cheeks, with Alaric’s hands still on Hertha’s back, transformed
the moment from alarming to intimate. The temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees.
Thalassa stood frozen, torn between moving forward and retreating too obviously, glancing
worriedly at Spencer. Beneath his glasses, his usually gentle eyes now held a hint of coldness as
he watched Hertha and Alaric.
Yet, Hertha and Alaric remained in their embrace, like a scene straight out of a movie, neither willing
to let go first. The atmosphere thickened with tension and awkwardness.
Thalassa raised her hand to her lips, coughing lightly, “Ahem…”
She was signaling to Hertha.
Hearing Thalassa’s cough, Hertha snapped back to reality, her heart resuming its frantic beat,
boiling like water on a stove, leaving her face flushed.Quickly steadying herself, Hertha pushed away from Alaric, her face a mix of confusion and
embarrassment, saying, “The floor was just too slippery. I lost my balance.”
“It’s okay, glad you didn’t fall,” Alaric said, noticing Hertha’s nervousness and embarrassment. He
turned away, slightly embarrassed himself.
Then, looking past Hertha to Spencer outside the kitchen, he explained, “She almost fell, I just
caught her in time, it was an accident…”
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