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

0.0%

O Q

x+

20:44

the bone.

“Shady intentions?”

unsettling mix of fury and something even colder. “Is that what you think of

you

sharp. “Shut up!” Without hesitation, she

talk about

her cheek. But the shock didn’t last long. Her instincts took

her cheek in shock. Her voice

fine when you hit me,

letting

and seething,

land a blounged

rip

her hair–yanking hard

hurts! Let go!” Linda shrieked, tears brimming in

Hadley’s wrist. “Let go!

and Ernest were

didn’t let go. Didn’t even

choice but to tighten his

hesitated for a second, and then let out a low, bitter laugh. “You

“Hadley!”

“What?”

with frustration. His eyes burned

I’m that contemptible?”

blade. “What’s wrong? The truth too much for you? Or are you just

“Hadley!”

eyes locked. His gaze was unreadable, but the

24.0%

you saw me this way. If that’s how you feel, why

away. Without

scrambled after him, fingers fumbling to fix

stood frozen, the moment replaying in her mind.

exhale, she knocked her forehead

had acted purely

she have let the truth slip

how was she supposed to keep pretending

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

shake the question nagging at the back of her mind–was this

was clear. But

to let this fall

come to her, then she’d just

she wanted to admit. Some fights just weren’t worth it. But

long pause, she opened WhatsApp and typed, “Are you

response. Not that she

the first on

she stepped out of the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255