Chapter 603

Chapter 603:

Lately, her attitude had become sharper, more indifferent, more impossible to predict. And the worst part? He had no idea how to handle it.

Meanwhile, in the flower shop, Hadley remained utterly indifferent to…

Eric’s reaction. If he was annoyed, good.

If he really couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to break things off? Even better.

“Could you wrap these for me?”

The florist smiled, carefully gathering the bouquet—a mix of elegant lilies and soft carnations.

“Of course,” the florist replied. “Please wait just a moment.”

“How much is it?” Hadley inquired, phone in hand as she approached the cashier.

“That’ll be $136 in total. Thank you.”

Just as she was about to pay, the doorbell chimed softly, signaling someone’s entrance. Hadley barely had time to react before Eric stepped inside, heading straight for her without hesitation.

“There you are!”

“What are you doing here?” She turned to face him, startled. “How did you even find me?”

Eric smirked, the look in his eyes filled with quiet confidence. “When you really want to find someone, it’s not difficult.” He gestured around the shop.

“You said you were buying flowers. There aren’t many florists around—I figured I’d check a few, and here you are.”

Damn.

Hadley sighed, already regretting mentioning it earlier.

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“Your order is ready.” The florist approached, handing over the bouquets.

“I’ll take that!” Before Hadley could take them, Eric smoothly intercepted, gathering the flowers in one arm while slipping his other hand into hers.

“Let’s go,” he said smoothly.

“Eric…” Hadley gave him a pointed look. “I don’t have the time or the patience for a date right now.”

Since agreeing to reconcile, she had never intended to go back to the… way things were.

Eric’s expression flickered—just for a moment. His mood seemed to dip slightly, the corners of his lips tightening.

Was he annoyed? Good. That was exactly what she wanted.

If he was frustrated, he could walk away. If he couldn’t handle this and ended things himself, even better. She’d welcome it.

But Eric didn’t argue. He didn’t complain. Instead, he silently walked to the car, set the flowers carefully in the trunk, and then pulled the door open for her. “Get in.”

“Eric?”

“Just get in!” His tone was steady, unmoving.

He had made his choice—now, he had to embrace all of her, every sharp edge and untamed piece.

Why was he so persistent? He wasn’t the type to tolerate this kind of push-and-pull. And yet, he was still here. Still holding on.

Eric glanced at her, his voice softer this time. “Where are the flowers going? I’ll drive you,” he said simply. “Not a date. Just a ride.”

Hadley exhaled slowly. Fine.

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