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    Hadley returned with a ss of water just as her phone trilled to life.


    “Hello? Mr. Webster,” she said, recognition in her voice.


    “Hadley, what in the world is happening? I couldn’t get through to you until now! Have you seen the time? The entire crew is waiting—why aren’t you on set?” Elvin’s frustration crackled through the speaker.


    She faltered, caught between exnations.


    “Hand it over.” Eric extended his good hand toward her, fingers beckoning. “I’ll handle him.”


    Abandoning a filming day carried serious consequences. Hadley paused, weighing her options, and then reluctantly surrendered the device.


    “Hello.” Eric’s voice dropped to a professional timbre. “Mr. Webster, Eric speaking.”<fnca74> Updates are released by F?ndNovel</fnca74>


    “Mr. Scott!” The transformation in Elvin’s tone was instantaneous, shifting from irritation to deference. “Is Hadley with you?”


    “Yes.” Eric offered no additional details. “I’ve fallen ill, and I require Hadley’s assistance for several days. I’ll personally cover any financial implications of her absence. Can you make the necessary arrangements?”


    “Of course!” Elvin’s agreement came without a moment’s pause. “Mr. Scott, your health takes priority. Please focus on recovery. Hadley should attend to your needs. Adonis and I will reconfigure everything at our end,” Elvin assured him, and all previous irritation vanished.


    “Thank you.” Eric concluded the call with crisp efficiency, then extended the phone back to Hadley with his good hand.


    Hadley had caught enough fragments of the conversation to piece together the situation. “Is everything okay?”


    A hiatus was indeed necessary—not solely for Eric’s recovery, but to ensure Joy’s well-being and adjustment after her ordeal.


    “Don’t worry; it’s handled,” Eric said with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “Phillips will manage the details. Any problem money can fix isn’t really a problem.”


    “Okay.” Hadley caught her lower lip between her teeth, leaving her additional concerns unvoiced.


    “Here.” She redirected her attention to the ss of water in her hand.


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    “You should hydrate.”


    “Alright…” Eric nodded and attempted to reach for the ss, but Hadley’s swift intervention halted his movement.


    “Don’t move. I’ll assist you,” shemanded, her tone brooking no argument.


    Was she nning to help him drink? Like a caretaker would? Eric experienced a peculiar sensation of weightlessness, as if suspended in some perfect dreamscape.


    “Okay,” he murmured, his response almost automatic.


    “Here…” Hadley perched carefully on the edge of his bed, bringing the ss to his lips with measured precision. “Small sips,” she instructed, tilting the ss at a calcted angle. “Slowly now—we don’t want you choking.”


    “Okay,” heplied, suddenly hyperaware of her proximity.


    With her face mere inches from his, Eric’s pulse thundered erratically against his ribcage. He devoured her features with an unmistakably possessive gaze, his eyes refusing to drift from her face even for a moment.


    “You should sleep now,” she murmured.


    After ensuring he’d had enough water, Hadley returned the ss to the bedside table with a soft clink. “Your body needs to recover from the surgery. Once you’ve rested properly, you can spend time with Joy.”


    “Whatever you say,” Eric agreed with unexpected docility, his eyelids growing heavy as he allowed them to close.


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