BuzzNovelChapter 807: She had blurted out that he wasn't the father-practically handed him the golden ticket to doubt her-and he didn't even flinch? She had acted on impulse, seizing what felt like her only shot to break free.
But he didn't buy it? Even Hadley herself thought Linda's little whispers made sense! After his cold shoulder yesterday and not coming hall night, Hadley had figured he'd swallowed the bait. Now it seemed he was just ticked off at her big mouth.
He didn't so much as raise a doubt about her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe put his faith in her, no questions asked? What was driving that? Where the heck did that cfrom? Shouldn't he have picked Linda over her, like he did four years ago? Oh, the irony.
If he had had this kind of faith in her back then, they wouldn't be in this mess now.
Hadley shuffled to the kitchen, warmed up smilk, and was sipping it when she heard the sound of footsteps -Eric, heading downstairs. She plunked the cup down and dashed over. "Eric, hold up!" But she was a beat too slow-Eric had already slipped out of the foyer and shut the door behind him.
Hadley gave a futile little tug at her lips. Had her voice not reached him? Or had he caught her words but just didn't feel like sticking around? How long was he planning to keep her cooped up here? What would it take to slip away with the baby-and Joy- in one piece? She trudged back, finished her milk, and climbed the stairs.
Last night had been a sleepless disaster, her mind racing with worries.
Now, stuck between a rock and a hard place, Hadley flopped onto the bed, figuring she would just roll with the punches. With her mind made up, sleep soon hit her like a freight train.
Lost in a foggy haze, she had no clue how long she'd been out until a knock at the door snapped her back. Fiona's voice floated through the door. "Miss Pearson, are you up? Lunch is ready." Hadley groaned, her eyes heavy as lead. "Fiona, I'm wiped. I'll pass on lunch." She rolled over, diving back into dreamland.
Fiona hesitated but then shuffled downstairs.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter mulling it over, she dialed Eric. "Mr. Flynn, I tried calling Miss Pearson, but she's beat and says she's skipping lunch."
"Got it," Eric replied curtly before hanging up. Seconds later, he was e ringing Hadley's phone. Skipping lunch?
Did she forget she was eating for two now? She was always yapping about skipping meals to stay slim.
Her body was already frail, passing out twice since the.
the pregnancy m started, and now she was pulling this stunt? "Hello?" Hadley's groggy voice croaked through the line.
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