Chapter 602
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 602:
Cade stiffened. âHadleyâ¦â
There was an uneasiness in his voice, a flicker of hesitation.
Truthfully, he hadnât wanted to come here.
If it werenât for his sonâif it werenât for his wife Noreen relentlessly pushing himâhe never would have swallowed his pride and sought out the daughter he had abandoned.
Deep down, he had known Hadley wouldnât agree. He knew she would refuse him.
And now, seeing the raw amusement on her face, watching her laugh as if his very presence was a joke, Cade immediately regretted coming.
Grinding his teeth, he forced the words out. âIâm sorry, Hadley. Just⦠forget I said anything.â
âHmm?â Hadleyâs laughter halted abruptly. She tilted her head, regarding him with cold eyes. âWhatâs this? Not desperate to save your precious son anymore?â
Cade exhaled sharply and shook his head. âIâll find another way!â he muttered. âHadley, IâI shouldnât have come. Just act like I was never here today.â
With that, he turned on his heel and strode toward the door.
As his fingers brushed the handle, instinct made him glance back. Hadley hadnât moved. She still sat in the same place, eyes locked on a distant point, lost in thought.
In that moment, she looked so much like her mother.
A pang of something stabbed through Cadeâs chest. But instead of lingering, he forced himself to step through the doorway and leave.
Hadley remained seated and laughed freely again, her laughter slowly fading. The hollow echoes of it still rang in her ears. Gradually, it melted away, replaced by something deeperâsomething far heavier. Sadness.
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Back at the dance troupe, the traineesâ session that she supervisedâ¦
The session ended at 4:30 PM.
With no further obligations for the day, Hadley changed into her casual clothes and left the studio.
She needed air. Without much thought, she made her way to a small flower shop nearby.
She absentmindedly browsed through the arrangements, reaching out to touch the soft petals. Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
âHey, Hadley!â Ericâs voice was light, almost cheerful, as if he were in an unusually good mood. âWhere are you? Iâm at your dance studio.â
Hadley blinked in surprise. âYou are?â It was still earlyâwasnât he supposed to be neck-deep in work right now?
âYeah,â Eric replied casually. âI finished early today. There was a meeting, but nothing major, so I decided to skip it. Phillips can handle it.â
His tone softened slightly, turning almost playful. âI wrapped up early to spend time with you. Are you happy?â
Hadley scoffed quietly. Not at all.
She forced a smile, effortlessly dodging the question. âIâm not at the studio anymoreâI already left.â
âWhat?â The surprise in Ericâs voice was evident. âWhere did you go?â
âOut to buy flowers,â she answered flatly.
Before he could respond, she continued, her tone brisk and detached, âI have other plans today. You should go back to workâweâll meet another time. Bye.â And with that, she hung up.
âHello? Hadley?â Eric stared at his phone, stunned.
She hung up. Just like that. His jaw tightened, irritation bubbling to the surface. âThat woman is really getting out of hand.â
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