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    Could he really risk igniting Linda’s jealousy?


    Would he feel deceived when he realized that the person behind the mask was his former wife?


    Displeased, Hadley had no desire to indulge in the desserts.


    Rising, Hadley made her way toward the bathroom.


    Right outside the dressing room, she unexpectedly bumped into someone she knew.


    Denver had quietly slipped in. Even though this corridor was meant for Gnt’s staff, the door usually remained unlocked.


    He wasn’t sure why he had entered, but his cousin had sent ate-night treat to S under Eric’s name…


    What would her reaction be?


    Would she appreciate how much Eric seemed to value her?


    “Hey…” Hadley paused, blinking. “Couldn’t find the bathroom again?”


    “Not this time…”


    Denver was taken aback by the immediate encounter.


    Peering into the dressing room where the desserts from Red Shell Bistro were being enjoyed, he hesitated before asking, “You’re not joining them?”


    “What?”


    Hadley was briefly thrown off before she caught on.


    “Those desserts? Nothing there really appeals to me, so I passed.”


    Denver’s eyes brightened, and his smile hinted at a thought. Not a fan of those desserts?


    This might imply a couple of possibilities.


    Perhaps she simply didn’t enjoy them as she imed, or maybe she disliked the person who had them sent… In either case, it was promising news for Denver.


    Denver hesitated, then asked, “What do you enjoy, then?”


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    Caught off guard, Hadley inquired, “What’s prompting your question?”


    “Uh…” Denver’s face flushed at her question. “I was just curious. You don’t have to answer.”


    “Okay, I’m heading out.” Hadley gestured forward.


    With a nod of resignation, Denver watched her depart, his gaze lingering.


    Abruptly, Hadley spun around.


    Denver snapped to attention. What was that?


    After a brief pause, Hadley said, “Pumpkin soup.”


    With those words lingering in the air, she departed without a backward nce.


    “Pumpkin soup,” Denver muttered under his breath, a smile gradually spreading across his face.


    She had given him an answer.


    “Perfect!”


    His pulse quickened with anticipation.


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