Colorful Balloons Take Flight
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Chapter 1578Alaric was looked at as if he were some sort 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 become uncontrollable around him again.
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Alaric’s smile was wickedly charming, his handsome features 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.
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.
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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 forcefullysend 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 son,” 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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