Chapter 393
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 393:
âDonât mention it,â Elissa replied.
Once they ended the call, Hadley quickly received a message from Elissa with the address and made her way there.
Elissaâs apartment was actually nearby, located in the old part of town, just like Hadleyâs own place.
âMade it here?â Elissa greeted Hadley at the door with a warm smile, ushering her inside immediately. âStep in, step in.â
The entryway was occupied by a plastic mannequin, and the living room table was cluttered with various pieces of fabric and sewing tools, both cut and whole.
While they worked together, their roles at the troupe were quite different: Hadley was in the spotlight as a dancer, whereas Elissa worked behind the scenes as a costume designer.
âExcuse the clutter,â Elissa said, grinning.
âThatâs totally okay,â Hadley responded, brushing off any concern.
âReally, I should be apologizing for imposing.â
âHa, no worries at all!â Elissa chuckled. âLetâs just be comfortable around each other.â
Elissa was genuinely easygoing, not prying into Hadleyâs circumstances but instead saying, âYouâre welcome to stay as long as you need.â
After a brief pause, she added humorously, âJust a heads-up, youâre on your own for meals here.â
âThatâs fair,â Hadley replied with a smile, feeling more at ease. âIâll handle the household chores during my stay then.â
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âThat works for me.â
As they were settling in, Hadley felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out to find two new messagesâone from Denver and another from Eric.
Unlocking her phone, Hadley immediately looked at Denverâs latest message.
âHadley, Iâm here managing everything at home. Itâs fine if youâre not ready to talk; Iâm not going anywhere, and Iâll wait until youâre ready.â Closing her eyes briefly, Hadley was moved by Denverâs commitment, yet it also filled her with sadness.
Why did he remain so hopeful about them?
She then navigated away from Denverâs message. It was one she found herself unable to answer.
Ignoring his texts might eventually make him stop trying altogether.
She felt that cutting off contact now would be the kindest thing to do.
Taking a deep sigh, she checked the message from Eric.
âHadley, just checking in. Everything alright?â
Her brow creased with confusion as she read.
How did he see Denver? Wasnât he supposed to have dropped her off and just left? Could he have returned? And for what reason would he come back?
There was another message from Eric waiting for her: âI found your hair tie in my car. I went back to return it.â That explained the situation.
Feeling her wrist, Hadley noticed her hair tie was indeed missing.
She began typing a response.
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