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    A slight smile appeared on Eric’s face. “It was nothing.”


    Once settled in the car, Eric navigated toward her home and stopped at the start of Mayfield Road.


    “Thanks for the ride.”


    As Hadley opened the car door to leave, Eric’s voice halted her exit.


    “Hadley.”


    She paused mid-step, her expression one of inquiry. What more was there to say?


    Eric gestured toward her eye. “Make sure to ice that, okay? You don’t want it affecting your performance tomorrow.” Was that all he had to say?


    “Understood, thanks,” Hadley responded, then stepped out of the car and walked down the alley.


    Eric watched her depart, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.


    He had been contemting whether to ask if things were truly done between her and Denver.


    Yet, he held back, choosing silence.


    Why should it matter to him?


    Was her rtionship with Denver even his concern?


    Indeed, why would it be his concern?


    With these thoughts, Eric looked away and started his car, leaving the area behind.


    As Hadley stepped into the alley, an uneasy feeling washed over her. To her surprise, Denver was already there, having arrived ahead of her.


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    He waited patiently at the apartment building’s entrance. Catching her breath, Hadley murmured, “Denver…” It was clear now; Denver was not the type to easily let go.


    In a sudden decision, Hadley turned and fled the alley.


    Unbeknownst to her, Denver continued his vigil at the entrance, expecting her to appear at any moment.


    Panting by the time she reached Mayfield Road, Hadley felt lost, touching her forehead in confusion.


    Returning to her apartment was not an option now. But where could she go?


    She remembered the house that Eric had mentioned as part of her alimony, but she didn’t yet have the keys. Property transfers were more intricate than mere financial exchanges.


    After a moment of thought, she pulled out her phone, browsed her contacts, and then made a call.


    “Hello?”


    “Elissa, it’s me, Hadley,” she said, reaching out to her dance troupe colleague, Elissa Hond.


    “Hey, what’s going on?” Elissa’sughter rang through the phone.


    “Just wondering…” Hadley paused briefly. “Could I crash at your ce for a few days?”


    “Absolutely! No problem at all,” Elissa responded without hesitation. “I’ll text you the address right away. Head on over.”


    “Thanks a lot.”


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