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    Eric raised an eyebrow, his fingers drummingzily against the table. “Did you drag me down here just to y the silent game? Do you think I have time to waste?”


    Hadley took a deep breath before lifting her gaze to meet his. “I have not.”


    “What?”


    Eric paused for a beat before smirking. “Have not what? You’re speaking in riddles.”


    She knew he was ying with her on purpose.


    Why was he always like this?


    Did he care about her?


    Not a chance. Not in this lifetime.


    Maybe it was just because they hadn’t divorced yet? But that was a weak excuse. Their marriage had been dead for four years, nothing more than an empty husk.


    Still, Eric wanted answers, and if Hadley wanted her freedom, she had to provide them.


    Hadley furrowed her brows and spoke carefully. “The question you asked and the answer you’re seeking… I have not…”


    “You have not what?” Eric refused to let it go.


    He suddenly stood up, leaning in close, his breath warm against her skin.


    “Tell me.”


    Hadley bit her lip, frustration and embarrassment warring inside her. “I have not been with other men!” Was he satisfied now?


    “Oh,” Eric said, as if it had finally clicked, but then his voice dropped an octave. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”


    Hadley stared at him, startled, shaking her head. “No, I’m not lying.”


    Eric let out a slow, icy chuckle.


    Without warning, his hand shot out, grasping Hadley’s chin and forcing her to look at him. She flinched slightly.


    He ignored her reaction, his voice cold and sharp like a de against stone. “You said it, and I will believe you. But if I find out you’re lying, you won’t like the consequences.”


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    “No!” Hadley gasped, cold sweat forming on her back. She shook her head. “I am not lying.”


    “Good.”


    With that, Eric released her. “Let’s go.” He turned and walked ahead.


    Behind him, Hadley let out a shaky breath, clutching her chest.


    “Hurry up!”


    “I aming!”


    Outside, Eric yanked open the passenger-side door, shooting her a look.


    Eric gave her a pointed look as she moved toward the back seat.


    “Sit in the front.”


    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Eric’s expression darkened. “Do I look like your driver? Do you think you’re that important?”


    Hadley frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”


    “Then take the front seat!”


    “Alright.”


    With little choice in the matter, Hadley acquiesced. Eric didn’t have a chauffeur; he was behind the wheel himself. As she settled into the passenger seat, an uneasy feeling crept over her.


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