Chapter 219
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 219:
âWhat? Butâ¦â
âNyla, we agreed Iâd only stay with you for a few days, remember?â Indeed, Hadley was simply sticking to their original plan.
Nyla let out a resigned sigh. âAlright, but promise me youâll visit us often. Weâll always be your family.â
âI know,â Hadley replied with a light laugh.
Just as Hadley ended the call, Lennon strolled into the room.
Following him were two delivery people, one balancing takeout and the other holding a bouquet of flowers. The dressing area was nearly overflowing with items.
âHadley,â Lennon said, flashing a playful grin. âThese are from Mr. Flynn.â
But Hadley felt no joy at the gesture.
A cold shiver ran through her, and an uneasy feeling settled in her chest, leaving her heart racing with dread.
Once the performance wrapped up, Hadley received a call from Eric. She hesitated to answer, but knew she couldnât dodge him forever. Finally, she had no choice but to pick up.
âHello?â
âWhat time do you finish tonight?â Ericâs tone was firm. âIâm on my way. Wait for me. Iâll pick you up.â
âThatâs not necessaryâ¦â
As soon as Eric caught her protest, he cut her off. âNot asking for your opinion, Hadley. Iâm telling you. Got it?â With that, he hung up.
Holding her phone, Hadley anxiously bit her fingertip. She couldnât wrap her head around his sudden change in demeanor.
She knew the ways of the world well enough. She recognized that Eric was behaving in a way that clearly hinted at a manâs interest in a woman. But the thought of Eric actually liking her? That seemed far-fetched. She didnât care about his reasons. All she wanted was for him to leave her be.
Then she recalled Ericâs earlier words about being on his way. Panic surged through her as she hurriedly wiped off her makeup, grabbed her things, and dashed toward the nightclubâs entrance.
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âHadley!â
Just as she reached the door, a hand grasped her arm.
âHuh?â
It was Denver.
Seeing the concern etched on Hadleyâs face, Denver frowned. âHadley, whatâs going on? Are you alright?â
Hadley looked rattled, as if she had just encountered a ghost. She faltered, forcing a weak smile. âItâs nothing, really. Iâm just tired and need to get home.â
âIs that all?â Denver pressed, his tone skeptical.
âYes, it is.â Naturally, she couldnât tell him the truth.
âAlright.â Checking his watch, Denver said, âI was about to head out myself. Let me give you a ride.â
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