Chapter 752
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 752:
âI know what you like.â Eric smiled. âDonât worry.â
Hadley was momentarily stunned, her lips curving. âI meant, for drinks⦠just get me milk. I donât want alcohol today, and I donât like carbonated drinks either.â
âAlright, got it.â Eric touched her cheek. âWait here. Iâll be right back.â As he walked away, Hadley watched his back, feeling a bit dazed.
Was this a dream? Even in her dreams, she never dared to imagine being treated like this by Ericâ¦
âHadley?â Someone called out to her.
Hadley snapped back to reality, looking up in surprise and delight. âDenver.â
Denver smiled, gesturing to the sofa opposite her. âMay I sit?â
âOf course.â
Denver sat down, glancing in Ericâs direction. âHe cares deeply for you.â It was not a question, but a statement.
He had seen how attentive and protective Eric was toward her. Moreover, he had heard from his cousin Marshall that Eric was particularly concerned about Hadley.
Denver said sincerely, âSeeing you happy makes me happy too.â With that, he stood up.
âI will leave now, or Eric might be displeased when he returns. He is very protective of you.â
âAlright, bye.â
Denver smiled and turned away.
âDenver!â In the sea of bustling figures, a hand suddenly lifted in a wave.
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Hadleyâs gaze followed instinctivelyâAstrid!
This time, Astrid caught sight of her as well. Her eyes flickered between Hadley and Denver, uncertainty creeping into her expression. Did Hadley know Denver? How was that possible? Yet, there they were, engaged in what appeared to be an effortless conversation. Were they close?
A sudden chill of apprehension slithered through Astrid, settling deep in her chest.
Denver approached, and Astrid welcomed him with a radiant smile, slipping her arm through his.
âWho was that just now? She was breathtaking. A friend of yours?â
âYes.â With a twinge of agony in his eyes, Denver nodded and said, âSheâs⦠a dear friend.â
âEric returned with a plate of food, but instead of settling onto the available sofa, he perched himself on the armrest of Hadleyâs seat.
âIâll hold the plate for you,â he said casually, a small smirk playing at his lips. âThat way, you can eat comfortably.â
Hadley shot him a knowing look but didnât call him out on his excuse. Instead, she picked up a piece of grilled salmon and popped it into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she chewed.
Ericâs gaze softened. There was something effortlessly endearing about her in that moment. Then, as if testing the waters, he asked carefully, âHave you seen Denver?â
Hadley paused mid-bite, blinking in mild confusion. âNo⦠is he here too?â
Eric nodded, tilting his head toward a certain direction. âYeah. Over there. Can you spot him?â
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