NovelEnglishAlaric was looked at as if he were ssort of spectacle. Was Alaric alright? Perfectly fine, and here he was, presenting her with roses! At first glance, she was indeed taken aback by the beauty and fragrance of the roses, instinctively charmed. But when she saw Alaric was the one giving them, she tried to snap back to reality. She reminded herself not to be swayed by Alaric. This man was charming yet dangerous, a no-go zone. Otherwise, the crush she had managed to control for three years might becuncontrollable around him again.
Alaric's smile was wickedly charming, his handsfeatures becoming even more striking as he laughed, enough to make anyone swoon. His voice, magnetic, said, "The flowers are right in front of you. Who else would they be for?" Her heart raced, Alaric's gesture making her heart flutter uncontrollably. But she had to restrain herself. Over these three years, her biggest achievement was learning to control the impulse to throw herself at Alaric. Search the (Find)website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. She was a mother of two now. If she didn't keep herself in check, she risked losing her children. Compared to her own feelings, having her children with her was what mattered most. She forced a smirk, barely hiding her disdain, and told Alaric, "Sorry, but I have no respect for home-wreckers, and I have no intention of becoming one!" With that, she retreated inside, grabbed the door without hesitation, and shut it. Alaric instinctively tried to block the door with the flowers, not stopping, a push and pull, until the door suddenly caught the entire bouquet, squashing it, particularly the petals. Seeing the bright, fiery roses getting crushed felt like they were being crushed against her own heart, her breath hitching. She quickly opened the door again. The crushed petals, once perfectly wrapped around the buds, fell in a cascade, leaving a trail of fiery red on the ground. From vibrant beauty to withering-it all happened in a flash.
Her heart ached, as if foreseeing Leopold's fate, in that moment, projecting Leopold onto Alaric. It filled her with panic and fear. "Alaric, what are you doing?" She wasn't angry, nor did she forcefully send him away, but asked with a slight panic in her voice. Alaric could sense her tone softening a bit. He replied, "I hadn't finished speaking, you closed the door, so of course, I had to block it." "Haven't I made myself clear? What more is there to say?" she asked, still fearful.
Even though Alaric stood unharmed before her, the thought of what happened to Leopold still haunted her. Leopold's persistent pursuit of Thalassa, ending in tragedy for unrequited love, She was deeply worried the men around her might end up the same. Because of what happened with Leopold, she was always on guard, afraid of experiencing such a loss again. She wasn't usually driven by emotion, yet the thought of anyone close to her meeting a tragic end frightened her.
"Do you know why I work at Crawley Group? I told my mother I had to break off my engagement with Georgia. Otherwise, I'd rather not hold the title of Falconer Group's second ёт spn Alaric explained earnestly. "And I did exactly that. Can't you see my determination?" Alaric said. His gaze, intense, fixed on her. His handsome, almost ethereal appearance was exactly her type, and his eyes, filled with deep emotion, shimmered like the surface of a lake, mesmerizing. Her heart skipped a beat, as if missing a half-step in its rhythm.
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