After that night, Hertha began to distance herself from him, even taking his mother's money before leaving! Could it really be because she found him lacking?
Wasn't she satisfied that night?
No, she's a woman who's just tasted the forbidden fruit. How could she know enough to be dissatisfied with him?
After her declaration, Hertha prepared to continue her drinking spree by picking up her glass.
Alaric watched her with blurry, drunken eyes. He reached out, snatched the glass from her hand and slammed it down onto the table with a thud.
Hertha was like a cat with its tail stepped on. She instantly bristled, glaring at Alaric. "What the hell are you doing? You think you're too good for us, don't you?" she snapped.
Her emphasis on "us" was heavy, her eyes burning with anger and mockery to cover the sadness in them.
Considering her intoxicated state, Alaric tried not to take her harsh words to heart.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check, and asked, "You keep accusing me of tattling—what's that about? And who exactly are 'us'?"
He had this nagging feeling that Hertha was being particularly prickly towards him tonight, as if she had an axe to grind.
But there had to be a reason for her sharp change, didn't there?
Hertha let out a sarcastic laugh. "Have the guts to ask, do you? I simply wanted Thalassa to meet someone, and you go calling Lysander, telling him she's seeing another guy! Causing trouble between Thalassa and Lysander, just to make me miserable, to give me heartache? What, it's fine for you to court Georgia Reed, but heaven forbid I look for my own love?" Hertha accused.
Yes, it was she who had called Alaric here. She'd summoned him to settle the score!
She really hadn't expected him to be such a snitch!
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