Chapter 437

Chapter 437:

Eric watched them go, his fingers brushing the spot where the child had kissed him, a tender laugh escaping his lips.

“Mr. Flynn!”

Phillips, having finished his errands, scanned the room for Eric. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“We should get moving,” Eric said, his hand pressing against his forehead, signaling discomfort.

Indeed, his visit to the doctor had resulted in an unexpected hospital stay.

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At the Red Shell Bistro, Hadley let out a little gasp.

Denver stopped abruptly, his eyes fixated on Hadley with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s really nothing,” Hadley reassured with an awkward smile, shaking her head. They had been looking forward to this dinner, but as she sliced into her steak, Hadley’s hand slipped, causing her to prick herself with the fork.

“Show me,” Denver insisted, gently taking her hand to inspect the injury. “How did this even happen?”

Explaining seemed too complicated at that moment—she had simply zoned out briefly.

“It’s really minor.”

Denver sighed in relief after a quick examination. “Looks like it’s just a bit red, no actual cut.”

“See, I told you it was minor.”

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Retrieving her hand, Hadley said, “Let’s just eat, okay? Don’t you have a flight to catch later tonight?”

Indeed, Denver was scheduled to fly out to Prineville for a business trip.

“Right,” he replied, topping off her glass. “I’m sorry I can’t be here to see you off in two days.”

“Hmm?” Hadley’s laughter echoed in surprise. “You’re apologizing? You’re flying out tonight—how could you see me off anyway? Besides, I’m not a child. I can take care of myself.”

Denver still expressed concern. “But it’s your first performance overseas.”

“It’s not a big deal, really. The whole dance troupe will be with me. Plus, it’s Blathe—I spent four years there. I’m pretty familiar with the city.”

“Focus on your meetings,” Hadley comforted him. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Alright.”

Despite his reluctance, Denver accepted the situation.

After dinner at the Red Shell Bistro, he drove her to Mayfield Road.

Stepping out of the car, Hadley reassured him, “This is fine here. You better hurry to the airport.”

His luggage was already loaded in the trunk, ready for a direct departure.

“Goodbye.”

With a wave, Hadley adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

“Hadley!”

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