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    His cold stare bore into her, his patience wearing thin. “How many times do I have to tell you? There’s nothing between Linda and me. Last night wasn’t about her—it was about my brother—”


    “Oh, please!” Hadley let out a soft chuckle, amusement flickering in her eyes.


    “Could it be that you’re falling in love but don’t even realize it, Mr. Flynn?”


    “Hadley…”


    Knock! Knock! The sharp tension between them was broken by a gentle rapping on the door.


    A nurse entered, pushing a treatment cart,pletely oblivious to the charged atmosphere.


    “Mr. Flynn, it’s time for your afternoon infusion.”


    Eric didn’t look away from Hadley, his expression still stormy, as if their conversation had merely been paused rather than ended.


    “Please proceed.” Hadley stepped back, giving space, but not before casting Eric onest nce.


    “Thank you for your hard work.”


    “You’re wee, Miss Pearson.” The nurse offered a kind smile as she leaned down, expertly adjusting the IV line with practiced precision.


    “That should do it,” she said, straightening up. “If you need anything, just press the call button or reach out to the nurse’s station.”


    “Alright, thank you.”


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    With a polite nod, the nurse gathered her things and slipped out of the room, leaving behind a stillness that felt heavier than before.


    Hadley didn’t seem interested in revisiting their earlier conversation. Instead, she pulled a chair closer and sank into it, her gaze driftingzily to the IV bag.


    “Going to take at least an hour and a half, isn’t it?” she murmured, a yawn slipping out before she could stifle it.


    “Ahh…”


    The force of it made her eyes water, and she quickly wiped at them, blinking away the drowsiness creeping in.


    Eric, still watching her, felt the lingering tension between them begin to ease.


    “Are you really that exhausted?” he asked, his tone softer now.


    Hadley nodded, yawning again.


    “How could I not be? Last night was chaos—I barely got three hours of sleep,” she muttered, stretching her arms sluggishly. “Then I had to go straight to the dance troupe first thing in the morning.”


    Now that she was still in a cozy chair for more than a few minutes, exhaustion clung to her like a heavy fog, weighing her down fast.


    Eric nced at his hospital bed. It wasrge—more than enough space for her to rest too.


    “Hadley,e—”


    Before he could finish, the door swung open.


    This time, it was Phillips.


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