Chapter 207
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 207:
âYou knowâ¦â He paused, his nerves making him hesitate as he mustered the courage to speak. âI didnât know you were related to the Flynn family.â
With a gentle smile, Hadley turned to him and said, âYes, after I lost my own family at fifteen, Nyla welcomed me into hers.â She looked at him with curiosity. âYou werenât aware of that?â
Back in the day, Hadleyâs reputation was notorious throughout Srixby. Even those who hadnât met her were familiar with the whispers about her.
âI wasnât.â Denver shook his head, explaining, âI was abroad for my education during my teens and have only just returned.â That explanation seemed reasonable to Hadley.
âI see.â She nodded, then returned her attention to her meal.
âAhem.â Denver cleared his throat, his discomfort apparent. He asked further, âAbout you and Eric⦠are things okay between you?â
Hadley regarded him with a hint of bewilderment. What exactly was this question about?
Hadley was taken aback. What was Denver trying to ask?
Realizing his question might seem too intrusive, especially since they had just met, Denver regretted his bluntness. âI apologize. I shouldnât have pried⦠Itâs justâ¦â What was he trying to say?
Denver was simply curious if Hadley still had connections to Eric, or if any old feelings remained.
Feeling his cheeks heat up, he struggled to articulate his deeper questions.
âItâs alright, really. Given your time away, itâs natural to have questions,â Hadley reassured him with a smile.
She continued, âItâs well-known around Srixby that he canât stand me. Honestly, he downright hates me.â
This confirmed what Denver had suspected. He had pieced together her situation through snippets of conversation with Marshall.
It dawned on Denver that the purpose of this birthday party was indeed to introduce Hadley to someone new.
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âSpeaking of whichââ Denver remembered something suddenly. âNyla mentioned your recent return from studying abroad. Where was it?â
âBlathe.â
Denverâs expression brightened. âReally? I spent time in Blathe as well! What school did you attend? Perhaps we were near each other.â
Hadley let out a soft laugh. âI was studying dance at the Chauncy Academy of Arts. I donât suppose you were studying arts, so we probably never crossed paths.â
A touch of disappointment crossed Denverâs face. âYouâre right. I attended the University of Blathe. Strange we never ran into each other, being in the same city and all.â
âUniversity of Blathe, huh? Thatâs quite impressive!â Hadley responded with a smile.
Denver encouraged her with a thumbs-up. âYouâre definitely among the elite.â
He responded with a humble shrug. âThe university is prestigious, but I wouldnât call myself an elite.â
After a brief pause, Denver asked again, âHadley, if itâs alright to ask, why do you perform at Galant?â
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