NovelOnline"I've had enough!" Rosalind fumed as she thought further. After saying it with her face set in a grim line, she stood up and stormed out.
"Ms. Whitman, about the lunch..." Fitch took a step after her, clearly troubled.
"Just eat it yourselves!" Rosalind tossed back over her shoulder and quickly made her exit from Royal Estates. Before this visit, she had been lost in a daydream where Lysander was dependent on her and couldn't live without her.
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He noticed every little gesture and every expression of hers that pulled at his heartstrings.
Memories of a night spent together three years ago began to resurface in his mind.
Alaric, who had sworn off women for three years, felt a tightness in his throat, his eyes on Hertha turning intense and deep. Thalassa walked in just to catch Alaric's overtly smoldering look towards Hertha. Search The FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON To any smart onlooker, it was clear what that gaze meant.
Didn't Alaric think Hertha was married to Spencer? Why then was he looking at her with such unguarded intensity? Just as Thalassa was about to speak, Ethan motioned for her to keep quiet, signaling not to disturb Alaric and Hertha. Thalassa opened her mouth, then closed it, choosing instead to sit back down in her original spot.
Hertha, engrossed in her explanation, paused to wait for Alaric's response.
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What she received wasn't his voice but the heat of his masculine breath whispering against her ear and am sending tingles down her ear skin. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned sharply, their eyes locking and eyelashes nearly brushing against each other's. Their lips were just an inch apart as her breath whiffed to his nose, They were on the verge of a kiss.
As her breath and scent enveloped him, Alaric's throat tightened and his heart raced, he was tempted to pull her in for a fierce kiss. But the wide-eyed shock on her face and her terrified expression kept his impulse at bay.
Alaric swallowed hard.
Hearing the sound, Hertha, who had once been intimate with him, knew all too well what it meant She gasped in shock and her heart pounded erratically. She quickly pulled back, her eyes wide with alarm as she called out, "What...what are you doing?" X
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