Chapter 296
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 296:
Settling onto the sofa, Hadleyâs eyes inadvertently fell on a brown paper bag resting on the coffee table. It looked strikingly similar to one sheâd seen earlier with Linda. Could this be the same?
âDo you recognize the scent?â Eric, having completed his tasks, approached and gestured toward the bag. âFeel free to open it.â
With a slight frown, Hadley hesitated, making no move toward the bag.
Eric anticipated her reaction. âWorried I might be trying something? Donât be. Itâs a treat youâll enjoy.â
When he opened the paper bag for her, the sweet, tangy scent of candied hawthorns wafted through the room.
Sure enough, it was the same treat Linda had shown earlier.
âDonât just look,â Eric said, offering her the bag. âHave one. They used to be a favorite of yours.â
Hadleyâs expression shifted as she tried to recall. Had she really enjoyed candied hawthorns in his presence before?
Reading her hesitation, Eric continued, âYouâve always had a thing for sweet and sour treats, right? These are just the right mix. I thought of you when I saw them, so I got them just for you.â
For her? Really?
Silence fell over Hadley as she processed his words. Deep inside, she suspected these werenât really for her. She had seen Linda with the very same treats just earlier. Without that encounter, maybe she would have believed Ericâs words that these were for her. After all, she knew Eric himself had never cared for sweet-and-sour snacks.
So, those were for Linda. He really went out of his way for her, didnât he?
Even with something as small as a snack, he made sure she had it.
âWhy arenât you eating?â Eric asked after a while, noticing she hadnât taken any.
âIâll try them later,â Hadley replied, taking the bag from him and placing it on the table. She felt a slight tremor in her fingers. âYou seemed urgent on the phoneâwhatâs up?â
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âOh, right,â Eric said, smacking his forehead as if just recalling the reason. âThatâs why I brought you here.â
He stood and motioned for her to follow. âLetâs go; I have something to show you.â
He picked up his suit jacket and grabbed his car keys. âIâll explain on the way. Alsoââ With a nod toward the bag on the table, he added, âTake those with you. You can eat them in the car.â
âAlright.â
Descending in the private elevator to the underground parking, they made their way to Ericâs car. He ignited the engine and navigated onto the street.
âHadley,â Eric said, his eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror with a measured look. âWeâre headed to the hospital. My brotherâheâs woken up. I want you to see him.â
Hadleyâs expression shifted to one of surpriseâa partial performance, as the shock wasnât entirely feigned.
Despite already knowing, the reality hit hard, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
âErnest is awake?â she asked, voice trembling.
âYes,â Eric confirmed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. âHe woke up a few days ago. I didnât inform you immediately since you were out of town,â he explained.
âThatâs wonderful,â Hadley murmured, her hands clenched in her lap, moisture forming on her palms.
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