Chapter 152 How

Shameless Can You Be

Hadley made her way back to her room.

Located two floors beneath Denver’s, her journey required an elevator ride.

As she stepped out of the elevator, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and it was a domestic call.

With a brief pause, Hadley connected the call. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar. “Hadley, it’s Wilma Moran.”

Instantly, Hadley tensed up; it was Denver’s mother!

Dread began to seep into her as she realized Denver had just checked in and now his mother was on the line.

“Mrs. Moran.” Hadley inhaled sharply. “What can I do for you?”

“This isn’t something I can explain over the phone. We need to meet in person.”

Hadley felt a wave of unease again. “Mrs. Moran, are you…?”

“Yes,” Wilma answered bluntly.

“I’m at your hotel. Meet me at the lounge cafe. I’ll be there.”

With a click, the call ended.

Staring at her phone, Hadley knew avoidance wasn’t an option. She made up her mind to face whatever came

her way.

The cafe was relatively empty at this time.

As Hadley stepped inside, she immediately spotted Wilma at a window table, her face partially hidden behind sunglasses as she sipped her coffee.

She quickened her steps and approached her. “Mrs. Moran.”

Noticing her arrival, Wilma removed her sunglasses and gestured to the chair across from her. “Please, have a

seat.”

Thank you,” Hadley responded, settling into the chair as suggested.

“Would you care for a drink?” Wilma offered, maintaining a courteous demeanor.

“No, thanks,” Hadley replied, declining with a shake of her head.

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Chapter 152 How Shameless Can You Be

Located two floors beneath Denver’s, her journey required an elevator ride.

As she stepped out of the elevator, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and it was a domestic call. With a brief pause, Hadley connected the call. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar. “Hadley, it’s Wilma Moran.”

tensed up; it was Denver’s mother!

to seep into her as she realized Denver had just checked in and now his mother was

Moran.” Hadley inhaled sharply. “What

I can explain over the phone. We need to meet in person.”

unease again. “Mrs. Moran, are you…?”

answered

at your hotel. Meet me at the lounge cafe. I’ll

a click, the

Hadley knew avoidance wasn’t an option. She made up

her way.

cafe was relatively empty at this time.

she immediately spotted Wilma at a window table, her face partially hidden behind

quickened her steps and approached her. “Mrs.

sunglasses and gestured to the chair across

seat.”

Hadley responded, settling into

care for a drink?” Wilma offered,

declining with a shake

with a smile. “I’m here to talk, not to argue.

for you then?”

Wilma caught the attention of a

have a hot oat latte here for my

“Of course.”

Hadley felt compelled to express

seemed to carry a touch of regret. “The last time we met, I admit things turned sour. I acted

guard, Hadley dismissed the concern with a wave of

turned curious. “If you believe I was just being honest,

not staying with Denver?”

moment, the waiter delivered the oat latte and placed

“Thanks.”

grasped the cup but hesitated

hesitation, Wilma’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Take a sip, and let’s continue our discussion.”

the

speech carefully on the way to

said, “I may not be the ideal match for Denver by many standards, but I’m not in a position to

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are you

Wilma’s smile faltered.

more gently, Hadley said, “I suspect the real reason you’re here isn’t to talk to me, but because you’ve been unable to

response was a silent, uncomfortable look.

nerve. Denver remained firm in his decision, refusing to

her was deep and true.

me for being so bold, but if Denver is okay with it, I would very

“Enough!”

off mid–sentence.

boring into Hadley.

“Humph!”

carrying a

audacity! How shameless can you be? What gives you the right

Hadley’s posture tensed, her hands sweating. “I’m sorry,

think you have the right to talk to me like this?”

lips pressed firmly together.

dawned on her that it was time

stood up. “Mrs. Moran, I’m sincerely sorry… I

pushed back her

her phone and swiftly made a call. “Alright,

go ahead.”

receiving a reply, Wilma ended the call with

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