Chapter 655

Chapter 655:

This was her quiet thank-you for his tenderness towards Joy. She allocated the yarn into two separate batches—one set aside for Joy at her apartment, the other destined for Silver Villas.

Just two days later, Eric made his way back from Tidebourne. Bypassing Silver Villas, he headed straight to the dance troupe, catching Hadley off guard as he hadn’t mentioned his return.

“Hadley!”

As Hadley and Elissa exited through the main entrance, there stood Eric, clad in a camel coat, his stature imposing, his smile wide and welcoming.

“Carry on.” With a gentle nudge and a cheerful wave, Elissa excused herself, saying, “I’ll leave you two to it.”

Approaching him briskly, Hadley exclaimed, “You’re back? Why the secrecy?”

Grasping her hand, Eric replied with a twinkle in his eye, “Thought I’d give you a little surprise. How did I do? Are you pleased?”

Hadley offered a subdued smile, choosing not to voice her inner musings.

“Come on,” Eric said as he enveloped her in an embrace. “Let’s dine out tonight.”

Their destination was the cozy Winterley Restaurant.

Upon receiving the menu, Eric confidently selected their meals. “These should be good.”

Before handing the menu back, he quickly added, “And please, hold the ginger and cilantro. Green onions and garlic are okay.”

Hadley paused mid-sip, looking at him curiously.

Eric flashed her a teasing glance. “Caught you looking. You’re the one who dislikes ginger and cilantro, right?”

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It was true he didn’t mind them; his palate was quite accommodating. A look of mild astonishment crossed Hadley’s face. “You remembered?”

“Was it supposed to be a challenge?” Eric quirked an eyebrow. “After all the meals we’ve shared, did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Indeed, she realized, they had shared countless meals, yet he had never noted such specifics in the past.

Quietly, Hadley resumed sipping her water, her thoughts a whirl of emotions.

“What’s that?” Eric’s attention was drawn to a small bag resting on the chair next to her.

“Don’t…”

Hadley tried to intervene, but Eric had already grabbed the bag and peered inside.

“What’s this?” His fingers brushed through the contents. “Yarn?” His gaze shifted to Hadley, filled with curiosity. “You’re knitting something?”

His expression became more intense. “Who’s that for?”

Of course, Hadley might have been knitting for herself, yet Eric sensed that wasn’t the case. Whose could it be, then?

Hadley offered a tender smile. “Are you interrogating me?”

Retrieving the bag from his grip, she spoke with a breezy tone. “Really, who else would I be knitting for but you?”

“For me?” Eric echoed, his voice laced with surprise.

He stared in disbelief. “Me?”

“Yes,” Hadley answered, taking the yarn out of the bag to examine it more closely. “I intend to knit a sweater for you. This amount should suffice.”

While talking, she measured the yarn against him.

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