FreeNovelAs soon as Alaric heard her tone, he knew Hertha was still holding a grudge against him.
His expression becsomber, ready to explain what happened at Sapphire Skyline the other day, but just as he was about to speak, Kimberly emerged from the kitchen, halting his words mid-breath.
Kimberly, Hertha's mother, was still in the dark about the whole situation. If he brought it up now, Kimberly would surely jump to the sconclusion as Hertha, assuming he was out gallivanting with other women. Explaining himself to Hertha was already a tall order; adding her mother to the equation would only complicate matters further.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlaric could only offer Hertha a sheepish smile, saying, "Things aren't always what they seem." "Enough dilly-dallying, you two. Con over and eat," Kimberly called out to Alaric and Hertha.
"Right on!" Alaric eagerly moved to the dining table, taking the initiative to sit down and enthusiastically serving Kimberly and Hertha.
As Kimberly accepted the bowl Alaric handed her, she said, "Sit down and join us. There's no need to stand on ceremony. I invited you for dinner because I want to clear the air between you and Hertha." Kimberly had always hoped Alaric and Hertha would marry, given that Alaric was the biological father of the children.
If Alaric and Hertha were to marry, it would mean the children could grow up with both their biological parents, which she believed would make them happier.
They had even gone as far as the registry office, yet the marriage hadn't happened.
Kimberly had only heard Hertha's side of the story regarding their non-marriage. The true nature of the situation, the details, remained to be scrutinized.
At the mention of getting to the heart of the matter, Alaric's expression froze momentarily before he forced a wry smile, resuming his awkward demeanor. Fumbling with his fork, he avoided Kimberly's expectant look.
The failure of their marriage was on him, and he had always felt a deep sense of guilt, making him reluctant to face Hertha's parents.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had mustered the courage to cover because Hertha had said she never wanted to see him again, a prospect Alaric feared deeply. He didn't want to becstrangers with Hertha.
Even if it meant facing the wrath of Hertha's parents, he had to come.
He had braced himself to be turned away at the door by Kimberly, yet to his surprise, she welcomed him, allowed him to play with the kids, and even invited him to stay for dinner.
He knew a confrontation was inevitable, yet he couldn't help fearing it.
"Don't just eat the rice; have sof the side dishes," Kimberly said as she noticed Alaric's focus on his plate, serving him some.
Alaric quickly reached out, accepting the food with a sweet, "Thanks, Mom-" Her warning glare cut him off mid-sentence.
"Thanks, Kimberly..." he quickly corrected himself, earning a slight nod of approval from Hertha.
Hertha was not pleased with the situation either. It wasn't the outcshe had hoped for, and the disappointment was evident as she hid behind her plate, pushing the food around to mask the sadness in
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