Chapter 657
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 657:
âStay here,â Eric suggested as he gestured towards the crowd. âIâll go get our tickets.â
âSure.â
Hadley watched as he made his way to the counter, his presence turning heads due to his noticeable height and distinctive appearance.
âHeâs so tall!â
âAnd very attractive too!â
âIs he by himself?â
âDoes that good-looking man not have a partner?â
As Eric secured the tickets, he noticed a small group had formed around him, which he promptly ignored.
âExcuse me!â
One bold young woman stepped forward to engage him.
Eric, slightly confused, responded, âYes?â
Visibly nervous, the girl held up her phone. âIâm sorry to intrude, but could I have your number?â
It dawned on Eric that she was hitting on him.
He dismissed her smoothly. âSorry, I donât have a phone. Excuse me, I need to get back to my girlfriend.â
As he said this, he gestured towards Hadley and hurried over to her.
The woman who had approached him was visibly disappointedâ¦
Naturally, such a handsome man would be taken.
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âIâm here!â
âPfft!â
Hadley couldnât help herself and burst out laughing.
âWhatâs so funny?â Eric looked puzzled. âIs it me?â
âYes, itâs you!â Hadley was still chuckling. âYou, you just said⦠you didnât have a phone? Hahaâ¦â
She had overheard everything. âEric, maybe next time come up with a more convincing excuse. Everyone has a phone nowadays.â
Eric said, âIt worked, didnât it? It makes it clear Iâm not interested.â Indeed, his response might have been effective, but also too blunt.
âSee how loyal I am, and it makes you laugh.â
He wrapped an arm around her and gestured toward a nearby vendor.
âHow about some snacks?â
Girls nearby clutched bags of popcorn.
âNo, thank you.â Hadley frowned. âTheyâre loaded with calories, and Iâm trying to stay mindful of that.â But then, her expression softened. âMaybe just a cotton candy?â She lifted a finger. âOnly one.â
âSure.â Eric laughed, playfully tussling her hair. âIâll grab one for you.â
âGreat!â
Together, they walked over to the vendor, hands intertwined. Confronted with a myriad of cotton candy choices, Hadley paused, dazzled.
âWhich one would you like?â
Hadley pointed. âThat one.â
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