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    The film city wasn’t just a hub for shooting—it was also a lively tourist attraction, almost like a theme park, packed with bustling food stalls and the irresistible aroma of local snacks.


    Hadley led Denver to a vibrant food street tucked around the corner, her eyes scanning the endless options.


    “See anything you like?” she asked, ncing up at him.


    Denver shrugged, hands in his pockets, his focus more on her than the food. “Just get whatever you want.”


    Hadley didn’t hesitate. “How about some cookies?” she asked with a grin. “I know a ce where they have the best cookies.”


    “A box of cookies, please!” she called out to the vendor.


    “Coming right up!”


    As the warm, freshly baked treats were handed over, Hadley paid and held the box up toward Denver.


    Misunderstanding the gesture, Denver instinctively leaned down, taking a quick bite—only to recoil instantly.


    “Damn! That’s hot!” he winced, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. He refused to spit it out, though, opting instead to suffer through it.


    Hadley burst intoughter, the sight of his frantic, barely-contained reaction too amusing to ignore.


    Denver shot her a yful re. “Are youughing at me?”


    “No, no…” Hadley pressed her lips together, feigning innocence, though the amusement in her eyes betrayed her. “Is it good, though?”


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    “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice turning softer. Denver’s frown melted into a smirk as he finally swallowed. Sweet. Warm. Just like her.


    The next evening at Poseidon’s Realm, Eric and Barrie were engaged in a casual game of pool, having arrived first.


    Before long, Marshall walked in—with Denver trailing behind him. Eric’s gaze flicked toward Denver, his brow slightly arching. Why was Denver here?


    Shouldn’t he be with Hadley? Weren’t couples supposed to spend their evenings together?


    “Eric. Barrie,” Denver greeted them with his usual calm demeanor as he walked in, then turned directly to Barrie. “Thanks for helping with Hadley’s situation. Do you happen to know what your mom likes? I want to get her a thank-you gift.”


    Barrie blinked, momentarily thrown. “What situation?” he asked, puzzled. “What thank-you gift?”


    Denver tilted his head slightly. “Hadley was able to return to the dance troupe, thanks to your mother’s help.”


    Oh!


    Barrie’s eyes narrowed slightly in surprise. That was news to him. His gaze slid toward Eric, but Eric didn’t react. He lined up his next shot,pletely focused on the game, his face impassive.


    Barrie didn’t need further exnation. He understood. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips. “Ah, that. It was just a small favor,” Barrie said lightly. “No need to be so formal about it.”


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