Chapter 646
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 646:
âAlright.â
Resting against Melbaâs shoulder, Joy asked, âWhat about the missing clip? Wonât we search for it?â
âIf itâs truly lost, itâs fine,â Melba reassured her. âWeâll get you a new one next time weâre at the store, okay?â
âAlright.â Joy pondered for a moment and seemed to come to terms with the loss.
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she perked up and waved enthusiastically at Eric. âBye-bye!â
Eric, still watching them, couldnât help but return the gesture with a smile. âBye-bye.â
Melba, both amused and slightly frustrated, tugged Joy along. âYou barely know him and yet youâre so friendly! Come on. Letâs head back.â With that, they hurried off.
Eric let out a soft chuckle and shifted his focus back to the parking lot.
âBack so soon?â Hadley asked as she swung open the car door for him. âThat was quick.â
âEverything was prepared at the pharmacy,â Eric responded.
As he slid into the driverâs seat, he carelessly tossed the medicine into the back and started the engine.
Was it just her imagination, or did Eric seem to be in a good mood?
Could simply picking up the medicine have lifted his spirits so much? Could something significant have occurred in such a short time? Her curiosity was stirred, but she decided not to askâit wasnât important.
They had just left the hospital and were now at Evergrand Mall to pick up a necklace for Nyla that she had sent to the store days ago for fixing.
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Eric glanced at Hadley. âWhy donât you join me? There might be something that catches your eye.â
âIâll pass.â
Hadley felt the weight of her watch sufficient, wary of accepting further gifts. She gestured for him to proceed. âPlease, go on and be quick about it.â
âYou really arenât after much, are you?â
With a playful tap on her nose, Eric commented on her lack of interest in jewelryâa rarity among women, in his experience. Eager not to keep her waiting, Eric quickly went inside the mall. After collecting the necklace at the store, his departure was halted by a sudden thought at the door.
Turning around, he approached the clerk again.
âCould you possibly have any hair clips for young girls?â
A puzzled look crossed the clerkâs face. âMr. Flynn, what sort of clips are you after? Can you be more specific?â
Eric paused, thinking. âMaybe something with the Minnie Mouse element?â
At that, the clerk brightened and nodded. âActually, we just got in a designer collaboration.â
She retrieved a set of hair clips from the display. âDoes this match what you were looking for?â
The new hairpin was strikingly reminiscent of Joyâs, yet it boasted a luxurious upgrade with white diamonds and a red bowâboth delicate and splendid.
Ericâs smile broadened at the thought of Joy donning them. She would undoubtedly adore them.
âPerfect.â He told the clerk, âThereâs no need for wrapping. Iâll take them just like this.â
âVery well, Mr. Flynn.â
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