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    Then she looked up, squinting slightly. “Did you do it on purpose?”


    Eric paused, then smiled. “You figured it out?” Of course she had.


    His intentions weren’t exactly subtle.


    Hadley exhaled, the frustration still caught in her chest. But when she looked at him—really looked—she remembered the blood clot in his head.<fn0b53> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fn0b53>


    She decided to just let it go.


    Without a word, she brushed past him and walked out.


    Eric blinked, left standing alone.


    Was she still mad? Had she forgiven him?


    So… had the n worked or not?


    One thing was certain—if she didn’t want to forgive him, there was no way he could stomach another night sharing a room with his bodyguard.


    Hadley came downstairs. The wall lights were on, and the kitchen and dining room glowed warmly.


    She heard footsteps approaching.


    A woman in her forties stepped into view, bowing slightly.


    “Miss Pearson,” she smiled politely. “I usually work in the main house. Mr. Ferris Scott asked me toe and assist with caring for you and Mr. Eric Scott.”


    In truth, she was clearly here for Eric.


    Hadley understood that much. The woman knew how to speak well.


    “Alright.” Hadley smiled and gave a small nod. “Can you cook?”


    “I can.” The servant returned the nod. “I’ve already prepared the ingredients. Today’s dishes will be light and nourishing.”


    Her efficiency made it clear—she was experienced.


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    Hadley was pleased. No wonder Ferris had sent her over.


    She nodded. “Mr. Scott’s meals need to follow a specific n. I have the list from the hospital. I’ll give it to youter—please follow it each day.”


    “Understood, Miss Pearson.”


    When Eric came downstairs, Hadley was still speaking with the servant. Her voice was even, her instructions clear. “That’s about it. If anything’s unclear, you can alwayse to me.”


    “Got it, Miss Pearson.”


    “You can go ahead then.”


    “Alright.”


    As the servant stepped away, Hadley turned—and found Eric leaning against the staircase, grinning. What was so amusing?


    Hadley frowned and shot him a sideways nce. “Since you’re already down here,e have breakfast.”


    “Oh, okay.” Eric followed with an easy grin.


    The servant brought in their breakfast.


    “Mr. Scott, Miss Pearson, please enjoy your meal.”


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