Chapter 1139


    Angelina stood rooted to the spot, her expression grave as she watched ric emerge from the bar


    with a woman by his side. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the stranger with a silent intensity.


    Hertha, who had been leading the way, caught sight of the matronly figure awaiting them. Memories of


    Angelina''s firm grip on ric''s ear back at the bar sent a shiver of fear through her. Her steps faltered,


    and she slowed down, waiting for ric to catch up. Clutching at his shirt sleeve with tentative fingers,


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    she sought shelter beside him, the very picture of a timid bride afraid to meet her inws.


    ric nced at her, a smirk ying on his lips as he noticed her trailing behind him and her small,


    nervous steps; her demeanor made her look like a bashful newlywed.


    Hertha''s anxiety mounted as she contemted facing ric''s mother. Her grip on ric''s hand was


    tentative until she felt hisrger, warm hand envelop hers.


    Theforting touch sent a tremor through her. She looked up into ric''s eyes, and his nod gave her


    a silent boost of confidence.


    Taking a deep breath, Hertha steeled herself and tried to calm her racing heart.


    ric, holding her hand firmly in his, walked with measured steps toward Angelina.


    "Mom, this is the woman I''ve been telling you about, the one I''m crazy about," ric said.


    Hertha''s heart skipped a beat at his words, and she stared at him in disbelief. His profile was resolute


    and fiercely attractive.


    Hadn''t their conversation earlier been strictly business? When did he start saying he was crazy about


    her?


    "So, you''re ric''s girlfriend?" Angelina''s voice snapped Hertha back to reality.


    Hertha turned to face the scrutinizing gaze; her nervousness evident as she fumbled with ric''s hand.


    "Yes, I am..." she managed to say.


    "Mom, why so harsh? Look at you, you are scaring the poor girl," ric interjected, sensing Hertha''s


    difort. Her palm was sweaty, and she seemed unable to speak clearly in front of Angelina.


    Squeezing Hertha''s hand in support, he faced his mother.


    "Whoa there, I haven''t even started yet, and you''re already jumping to her defense?" Angelina retorted


    with a chuckle, her domineering presence softening a bit.


    Turning to Hertha, she inquired, "What do you do for a living?"


    "I''m a jewelry designer," Hertha replied meekly.


    "And your parents? What do they do?" Angelina pressed on.


    "Mom, what are you doing? Are you conducting an interrogation?" ric''s patience waned.


    Hertha straightened up and answered, "My parents are both retired judicial personnel."


    Angelina nodded, taking in the details of Hertha''s family background, then turned her critical gaze to


    ric, "What''s the meaning of this? Bringing the youngdy to a bar to fool around?" Co?tent of


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    "It''s not his fault; I wanted toe here," Hertha interjected quickly.