Chapter 739

Chapter 739:

As he thought about her chasing after Denver, a tightness enveloped his chest. “However, you need to let go of Denver. You’ve ended things with him; he shouldn’t be in your life anymore. It’s unbearable for me when you overlook my presence entirely as soon as you see him… If it happens again, I’m not sure how I’ll react!”

He would never hurt Hadley, but Denver? That was another story. His embrace involuntarily grew firmer.

“Promise me, Hadley, to erase him from your thoughts… Treat him as a stranger should your paths cross again, alright?”

Hadley seemed momentarily lost in thought. Could this be jealousy, or merely his possessiveness surfacing?

“Hadley?” Receiving no immediate response, Eric furrowed his brow slightly. “Are you even listening? Didn’t you hear me, or are you just hesitant?”

Returning to the moment, Hadley offered a smile. “I heard you. I’m not hesitant. I promise.”

Eric expressed his contentment with a tender kiss on the corner of Hadley’s mouth, playfully biting it afterward. “You made a promise, remember? No lies.”

Leaping off the bed, he bent down to lift her. “I’ll get the bath ready.”

“Start the bath, and then come get me,” Hadley responded, gesturing for him to proceed.

“Understood.”

Quietly adjusting the pillow under her waist, Hadley hoped deeply that this month would bring them success. Dr. Duncan had advised that anxiety might impede pregnancy, yet staying patient was challenging given Hadley’s current situation.

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The following day, Hadley went to work in the morning and headed back to her apartment during her lunch break as usual. There, Joy was neatly eating from her bowl on a step stool, her training fork in hand.

“Joy is doing wonderfully, not spilling a bit,” Melba said, then turned to Hadley. “She’s learned well from her mom.”

Hadley modestly shook her head, smiling. “Oh, I haven’t done much. She’s just naturally tidy.”

She hadn’t insisted on strict mealtime protocols. Joy had been feeding herself since she was one and a half years old, mastering the skill by two without much mess. It was impressive how neatly she ate, and it was unclear who she had inherited this trait from.

“Mommy,” Joy called out, her little spork in hand. “Can I have some strawberries?”

“Of course,” Hadley replied with a gentle smile. “Finish up here, and I’ll get some strawberries ready for you.”

Strawberry season brought with it the largest, juiciest berries, perfect in the wintertime. Three would suffice for little Joy. After cleaning and slicing the strawberries, Hadley arranged them neatly on a plate.

Her phone’s ring interrupted the silence. It was Eric on the line.

“Hadley, I’ll be home late tonight. Don’t wait up for me, just head to bed.”

Did he just say “Don’t wait up”?

That implied he would be very late. Hadley’s brow furrowed with concern. “Is there no way to skip tonight’s event?” This period when she would be ovulating was critical; missing it meant waiting another entire month.

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