Chapter 683

Chapter 683:

“Wow! Haha…”

Joy’s laughter filled the room, her eyes crinkling in delight as she tugged at Hadley.

“Mommy, look! The moon! He really sent it!”

The delivery person chimed in,

“You can even change the moon’s size with this touchscreen.”

“Mr. Flynn has really outdone himself,” Melba murmured to herself.

Once the package was delivered, the delivery person departed.

Settling comfortably in her mother’s arms, Joy grew calm.

Hadley playfully pinched her nose, asking,

“Settled down now? The moon’s here to keep you company, so no more mischief, okay?”

“Hehe, yes.”

Joy embraced her mother tightly, a look of utter contentment on her face.

“Close your eyes now,” Hadley whispered as she kissed her daughter’s forehead.

“Sleep well, Joy. The moon will keep you company tonight.”

Joy complied immediately, her eyelashes resting gently on her cheeks like delicate fans.

“Mommy.” The little girl’s voice was soft and wistful.

“If only… if only he could be my daddy.”

Hadley stopped cold, her eyes widening as she looked down at her daughter nestled in her arms.

Could Joy really have developed such a fondness for Eric?

𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽: 𝓰⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝓬𝓸𝓶

As Joy slipped into sleep, Hadley remained awake, the room silent around her, her thoughts swirling with a profound sense of emptiness.

The following day, Hadley chose not to ask Eric to pick her up. He was busy with a dinner engagement, so she made her way to Silver Villas on her own.

Colden informed her, as she was leaving the hospital, that Joy’s condition had stabilized. With another round of treatment tomorrow, Joy was set for discharge.

Grateful for the medication Eric provided, Hadley knew it played a significant part in Joy’s recovery.

She arrived back at Silver Villas earlier than usual and made a quick stop at the supermarket to pick up a few items.

Upon entering the house, Eric was greeted by the scent of something sweet cooking.

He peeked into the kitchen and was surprised to find Hadley there.

He redirected his path straight to the kitchen.

There, at the island counter, Hadley was donning an apron, her long hair neatly pulled up into a bun, engrossed in her cooking.

The sight of her, always a pleasing one, caught his attention again.

Yet, Eric’s expression was one of concern.

“Why are you working in here? Isn’t the housekeeper supposed to handle this? Also, haven’t you had your dinner yet? It’s quite late.”

“You’re back,” Hadley responded without looking up initially, but then glanced at him as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“The housekeeper has finished for the day; I let her leave early.”

She noticed his puzzled look and smiled.

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