Chapter 366
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 366:
The film city wasnât just a hub for shootingâit was also a lively tourist attraction, almost like a theme park, packed with bustling food stalls and the irresistible aroma of local snacks.
Hadley led Denver to a vibrant food street tucked around the corner, her eyes scanning the endless options.
âSee anything you like?â she asked, glancing up at him.
Denver shrugged, hands in his pockets, his focus more on her than the food. âJust get whatever you want.â
Hadley didnât hesitate. âHow about some cookies?â she asked with a grin. âI know a place where they have the best cookies.â
âA box of cookies, please!â she called out to the vendor.
âComing right up!â
As the warm, freshly baked treats were handed over, Hadley paid and held the box up toward Denver.
Misunderstanding the gesture, Denver instinctively leaned down, taking a quick biteâonly to recoil instantly.
âDamn! Thatâs hot!â he winced, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. He refused to spit it out, though, opting instead to suffer through it.
Hadley burst into laughter, the sight of his frantic, barely-contained reaction too amusing to ignore.
Denver shot her a playful glare. âAre you laughing at me?â
âNo, noâ¦â Hadley pressed her lips together, feigning innocence, though the amusement in her eyes betrayed her. âIs it good, though?â
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âYeah,â he murmured, his voice turning softer. Denverâs frown melted into a smirk as he finally swallowed. Sweet. Warm. Just like her.
The next evening at Poseidonâs Realm, Eric and Barrie were engaged in a casual game of pool, having arrived first.
Before long, Marshall walked inâwith Denver trailing behind him. Ericâs gaze flicked toward Denver, his brow slightly arching. Why was Denver here?
Shouldnât he be with Hadley? Werenât couples supposed to spend their evenings together?
âEric. Barrie,â Denver greeted them with his usual calm demeanor as he walked in, then turned directly to Barrie. âThanks for helping with Hadleyâs situation. Do you happen to know what your mom likes? I want to get her a thank-you gift.â
Barrie blinked, momentarily thrown. âWhat situation?â he asked, puzzled. âWhat thank-you gift?â
Denver tilted his head slightly. âHadley was able to return to the dance troupe, thanks to your motherâs help.â
Oh!
Barrieâs eyes narrowed slightly in surprise. That was news to him. His gaze slid toward Eric, but Eric didnât react. He lined up his next shot, completely focused on the game, his face impassive.
Barrie didnât need further explanation. He understood. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips. âAh, that. It was just a small favor,â Barrie said lightly. âNo need to be so formal about it.â
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