Emerald blinked rapidly, her nerves getting the better of her. "Ahem, that's… not the point," she stammered, looking away in an attempt to regain composure. "If you don't want to talk about it, we can just forget—"
Before she could finish, Alaric let out a low chuckle, the corners of his lips curling into a knowing smile.
"I don't have an ex-girlfriend," he said simply, his tone calm yet firm.
Emerald froze, his words echoing in her mind. Slowly, she processed their meaning, her heart lifting as a wave of relief washed over her.
So she was the first… and, if he had his way, the only one.
Emerald blinked and said, "Is this like one of those boss novels where the heroine falls asleep, gets swept away by drama all night, and then dies of a terminal illness a few days later, leaving behind a pair of kids for you to raise?"
The man lightly tapped her forehead with his slender finger. "What do you keep reading all the time?"
