Chapter 167 Why Are You

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Eric frowned. Hadley had been in the restroom too long. A gnawing unease settled in his chest, pushing him to check on her.

Through the door, her voice was sharp, accusing him of something inappropriate with Linda. Then–without hesitation–she tossed the hair tie he’d given her straight into the trash.

He stood there, waiting, half–expecting her to say something. To acknowledge him.

But Hadley didn’t even spare him a glance. She stepped past him like nothing had happened.

As she moved past, he caught her wrist.

His voice was low, edged with tension. “Pick it up.”

“What?” Hadley let out a quiet laugh. “Why would I pick up something I threw away? It is disgusting.”

“Pick it up!” Eric’s voice cut through the air, sharper this time, his gaze locking onto hers with unyielding intensity. “I said, pick it up.”

“Ouch!”

Hadley flinched as his grip tightened around her wrist. She shot him a glare, yanking against his hold. “I won’t! You can’t make me!”

Her eyes burned–fierce, unwavering.

“Trash belongs where it belongs–in the trash!”

Trash?

Eric’s jaw tightened. Had she really just called the hair tie he gave her trash?

His free hand curled into fist at his side, frustration simmering beneath his skin. “That was a gift from me!”

“Ha.”

Hadley let out a sharp laugh, her sneer cutting. “You think it’s appropriate to give us both the same gift? Does Ernest know? That you gave his wife and me the exact same thing?”

She pointed at the trash can, mockery laced in every word. “I tossed it for your sake. Wouldn’t want Ernest catching on to your shady intentions and ruining his recovery, now would we?”

Eric’s fingers tightened around her wrist. Hard.

Hadley sucked in a sharp breath, her wince barely concealed. It felt like he was moments away from crushing

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the bone.

“Shady intentions?”

and something even colder. “Is that what

deliberate. “It’s not about what I think. If you don’t

her voice sharp. “Shut up!” Without hesitation, she raised a hand

you talk

last long. Her instincts took over -her hand shot up, striking Linda just as hard..

cheek in shock. Her voice wavered with disbelief.

when you hit

not letting this

seething, Linda

she could land a blounged at

might rip clean off.

hair–yanking hard enough

Let go!” Linda shrieked,

grabbing Hadley’s wrist. “Let

Ernest were

let go. Didn’t even flinch.

but to tighten his grip, prying Hadley’s fingers

a low, bitter laugh. “You

“Hadley!”

“What?”

frustration. His eyes burned with something unreadable–something dangerously

think I’m

laughter cutting like a blade. “What’s wrong? The truth too much for you? Or are you just too much of a coward to face it, Mr. Flynn?”

“Hadley!”

eyes locked. His

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how you feel, why did you even say

as abruptly, he let go and turned away. Without

after him, fingers fumbling to

frozen, the moment replaying in her

she knocked her forehead

purely on

was she thinking? How could she have let the

the illusion was shattered, how was she supposed

text Hadley. The usual flowers he sent to the studio? They stopped coming

the back of her mind–was this it? Was their arrangement

him. That much was clear. But she needed him.

afford to let this fall apart.

come to her, then she’d just have to make the

than she wanted to admit. Some fights just weren’t worth it. But that day, frustration

pause, she opened WhatsApp and typed, “Are you busy?”

that she expected one.

her performance was the first

of the studio, it

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