Chapter 167 Why Are You
Here
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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