NovelOnlineAlaric's sudden appearance at her doorstep, barging into her bedroom of all places, caught her completely off guard.
Her bed, always shared with her kids, was adorned with cartoon-themed sheets that screamed childhood innocence. It was a no-brainer for anyone walking in to realize kids lived there.
Back when she pretended to be Spencer's wife, she could spin tales with ease. But now that Alaric knew the truth about her and Spencer-that she was indeed single-it was clear as day to him that kids were part of the equation. SeaR*ch the (Find) website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer heart raced, panic setting in. Facing Alaric's interrogation, she initially fumbled for words, unsure how to explain her situation.
But then, she steeled herself.
Taking a deep breath, she calmed down, lifted her chin, and met Alaric's gaze with a defiant stance. "Yes, this is my secret, Alaric. Don't think just because you're the Falconer family's golden boy, you can do whatever you please!" She was ready to fight tooth and nail if he dared to challenge her for her kids.
"You've always been unpredictable, not one to follow the rules. Why hide this?" Alaric's unexpected response threw her off.
"Who's being unpredictable?" She began to retort but stopped short, realizing the implication in Alaric's words. Surprised and somewhat excited, she looked at him.
Alaric stepped closer, "Liking cartoon themes is nothing to be ashamed of. Did you really think I'd judge you for having kid-like sheets, so much so that you'd fabricate a marriage with Spencer? Can you get any more childish?" As Alaric loomed closer, her heart, momentarily calmed by her own resignation, fluttered anxiously once more. What was Alaric implying? He hadn't jumped to the conclusion of her having kids but thought she herself enjoyed the childish decor? NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON She had braced herself for a showdown with Alaric, only to realize he had no clue about her secret child with him.
Her heart raced yet again, cautiously aligning with his assumption. "Yes, that's my secret! Here I am, thirty years old, worried about being mocked for liking something a three-year-old would, especially by you.' "Why especially by me?" Alaric pressed, his eyes sparkling with an intense curiosity.
Was she concerned about his opinion because she cared about him? "Is it because I hold a special place in your heart?" Alaric's voice turned seductive.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBacked against the wall with no escape, she stared at Alaric, flustered. "Special? No, it's because you can be quite harsh."
"How am I harsh? Can my words really be that lethal?", Alaric leaned in, his broad chest nearly enveloping her. His face, infuriatingly handsome, drew closer.
In such close proximity, his breath on her face, her heart, which never m ceased to love hinh, ignited with passion. Her body yearned to pull him closer, to kiss him fiercely. But years of resilience had taught her maturity; she wouldn't act recklessly on impulse.
"Of course, they can be lethal," she managed to say.
"Really? Let's see about that," Alaric murmured, lifting her chin and m sealing their fates with a kiss. X
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