Chapter 280

Chapter 280:

Unexpectedly, Eric didn’t just assume he could enter—he was actually waiting for her invitation.

“Well…” Hadley moved aside slightly. “You can come in for some water.”

Hadley then went to get water for Eric.

She picked up the cup, turning to fill it at the sink. Suddenly, the tap handle came off in her hand, unleashing a torrent of water that drenched her completely.

“Ah!” Startled, Hadley couldn’t help but scream.

“What happened?”

Eric’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp with concern.

Noticing Hadley soaked to the bone, he hurried over to assist—only to end up getting drenched by the spray himself.

Wiping the water off his face, Eric couldn’t help but notice Hadley remained where she stood. Without hesitation, he grabbed her arm and pulled her aside.

“Don’t just stand there—move!” he commanded.

He pulled her to safety behind him, protecting her from the water as it continued to pour down on him.

Standing behind Eric, Hadley felt a wave of guilt. “I’m so sorry…” she stammered.

“Why are you even living in a place like this?” Eric blurted out, frustration coloring his tone.

As he opened his mouth to continue, a jet of water surged directly into it, cutting him off.

“Maybe… maybe you should stop talking,” Hadley whispered, barely audible over the sound of the spraying water.

Eric’s head snapped toward her, his eyes sharp with irritation. He quickly moved to pull her away from the sink.

Breaking free from his hold, Hadley said, “I need to fix that.”

The urgency was clear; the relentless spray threatened more than just her apartment. A flood was imminent, and the potential damage could extend to her neighbors below.

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Frowning, Eric questioned her plan. How did she plan to fix that anyway?

“I need to get to the shutoff valve downstairs,” she explained, already moving toward the door. “And I have to buy a replacement faucet.” But as she made to leave, Eric’s voice halted her.

“Stop right there!” Once more, he grasped her arm.

His face was a mix of frustration and concern. “Why are you rushing to do this alone? I’m here and can help.”

Hadley paused, caught off guard by his insistence.

Eric, puzzled by her willingness to handle this alone, made a decisive call.

“Stay here. I’ll handle it.”

As Eric spoke, he guided Hadley to a chair and then moved briskly toward the door.

“Hey!” Hadley called out, her opposition evident. “I can take care of it myself!”

“Stay there!” Eric commanded, not bothering to turn around as he exited.

Left behind, Hadley found herself reluctantly sitting down again, her mind racing with doubts. Could he really handle this? Was he familiar with the location of the shutoff valve, or even know where to purchase a faucet?

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