NovelOnlineAlaric was fuming, his heart a tinderbox ignited at the thought of Hertha fancying someone else, dreaming of having her way with another man in bed. It was like a firecracker had been set off in Alaric's chest, flaring his temper instantly. How could she fancy someone else, fantasizing about being with another man in bed? Alaric slammed the brakes, his gaze shooting daggers at Hertha. Hertha, jolted forward by his sudden stop, nearly hit her forehead against the back of the passenger seat. She quickly steadied herself, barely avoiding injury. Shaken, her first concern was for Thalassa, "Thalassa, are you alright?" Thalassa, clinging to the back of the driver's seat, shook her head, "I'm fine." Hertha, irritated, glared at Alaric, "Are you crazy, slamming the brakes like that? What if you had givenanother concussion? I'm still not over the last one!" Alaric, already seething, felt his anger deflate a bit at her retort. His impulsive braking, he realized, had been reckless. Swallowing his pride, he mumbled an apology, "Sorry, it won't happen again." "Is there going to be a next time? We're not riding with you anymore!" Hertha huffed, turning her gaze away in a mix of anger and pride. Search the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlaric, coming back to his senses, restarted the car, knowing Hertha was upset. He didn't press her further on the topic. But the thought of her liking someone else, fantasizing about being with them, left Alaric feeling all kinds of messed up.
They reached Star Harbor Villa first. Thalassa told Alaric to stop at the entrance, sparing him the trouble of having to drive out again.
Stepping out, Thalassa walked towards her house, only to see someone standing at the door. The person was dressed in a sleek blue turtleneck under a black and white checkered shirt, paired with navy slim-fit trousers and dark shoes. Standing tall and elegant, his presence was the epitof grace, his eyes always holding a gentle smile.
It was Callum Gordon, the very definition of gentlemanly charm. Thalassa, surprised, asked, "Callum Gordon, what brings you here?" G NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON G With a warm smile, Callum's soft voice filled the air, "I've been waiting for you." "Waiting for me?" Thalassa was puzzled, unsure of the reason behind his visit. As she unlocked the door, curiosity got the better of her, and she looked back at him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCallum, still smiling, gently asked, "Aren't you going to invitein?" Realization dawning, Thalassa stepped aside, welcoming him politely, "Mr. Gordon, please, cin."
Callum entered without another word, taking a seat on the sofa. Busy in the kitchen, Thalassa poured stea and set the eup before Callum,saying, "Mr. Gordon, please have stea.” Callum thanked her with a nod but didn't reach for the cup.
Instead, he urged, "Don't fuss, sit down."
Thalassa sat opposite him, waiting for him to speak first. Choosing his words carefully, Callum began, "Here's the thing, Reginald and are launching a jewelry project together. Reginald made the mistake of listening to his sister last time, not buying your design, which then went. to the Crawley Group and the Sinclair Group. Mr. Whitman and I regret not securing your designs right away. I'm here to inquire about your company's next jewelry line?" Before Thalassa could respond, Callum hastily added, "Rest assured, if the designs are yours and Ms. Kensington's, we'll definitely buy them."
Thalassa, initially not surprised, found herself amused by Callum's you e commitment, "Mr. Gordon, you're ready to buy our next designs without even knowing what they'll be like?" X
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