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Chapter 137 Never Saw His Feelings

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fle on the small sida”

“How much do you think this would coet?” Hartley sket

Elises did a quick estimate. For these few, the market price would ently be over a thousand, at the very least”

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Hadley shook her head. “No.”

She could never justify spending that Kind of money on herself if she had knows how excunqgent End’s gift was, she would have never accepted it.

Each evening before their performance, the dance troupe members would have an early meal

Before their busy evening started, Hadley and Elissa took a quick detour to the commercial street beside the studio to grab a bite.

On their way back, a familiar figure came into view under the glow of a streetlamp

Denver stood there, tall and lean, a bag in his hand, his gaze fixed expectantly on Hadley as she slowly *approached.

Elissa stole a glance at Hadley before tactfully excusing herself. I’ll head in first.”

“Okay,”

With no way to avoid the encounter, Hadley came to a stop in front of Denver, her brows knitting slightly. “You….”

“Here.”

Before she could finish, Denver raised the bag in his hand–yet again filled with desserts from Red Shell Bistro. Hadley didn’t reach for it, instead sighing in exasperation. “Denver, do you really want me to bec I can’t stand?”

“Please don’t be upset,” Denver said gently, watching her with quiet caution. “I just wanted to see you.”

omeone

“Denver…”

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“I’m leaving Srixby. Tonight.” Before she could say anything else before she could cut him down with another cold remark–Denver hurriedly spoke again. “I won’t be able to see you every day anymore.”

What? Hadley’s breath caught. Her mind reeled at his words.

“What do you mean? Where are you going?”

Denver caught the flicker of concern in Hadley’s eyes and smiled reassuringly. I’ve found a job. A friend of mine started a company, and I’ll be joining as a technical partner.”

Without the support of his family, all he had left was his own skills.

“It’s a small company, still in its early days, with only a handful of employees,” he explained. “There’s a lot to do, and I have to go to Tidebourne to meet with two of our potential partners.”

Hadley blinked, momentarily stunned.

She hadn’t expected him to act so quickly.

A young man who had grown up in luxury, now navigating a life stripped of privilege–yet he hadn’t wasted a moment on self–pity.

Living in a cramped, old apartment, he had never once blamed her. Instead, he had quietly pressed forward, determined to carve out his own path.

“Hadley.”

eyes shone with conviction, unwavering

wealth to live well. I won’t give up on

lips to respond, but no words came.

Hadley’s hand, pressing the bag into her

said, his voice steady but

back.”

a lopsided smile, one that held no regret, no

“This isn’t goodbye.”

final glance, he turned and

her fingers tightening around the bag. The weight of it, so

yet he carried

found herself

ow could

by and watch her exceptional son be dragged down by

sat before the mirror, wiping away the remnants of her stage makeup. Her fingers brushed against the pearl hair tie resting beside her–right, she had

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come to me.”

Eric was there, leaning casually against his car, his gaze fixed on her as if he had been

see you tomorrow.”

“See

jogged over to Eric, slightly breathless, wasting no time on pleasantries.

much do I

brows drew together, his tone

to

If that wasn’t why he was

“Oh…”

passed before

on a whim. To you, this hair tie might be nothing. But to

“Wait…”

think I bought it on a

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“Wasn’t it?”

dry, bitter laugh escaped his lips.

Sure. A

twisted painfully. What had he been

paying him back, he had feared the worst–that she wanted to draw a line between them,

was even worse.

considered the possibility that he had chosen it just for her. That he had held her

a detail so small,

was more pathetic

never even saw his

way his expression shifted–anger,

“Eric?”

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