In fact, he hadn’t shown his face in weeks.
The lavish gestures—the flowers, the midnight snacks, the small indulgences—had all disappeared.
Nightclub regulars weren’t naive; they could see that Hadley had escaped Eric’s notice. Even if that weren’t the case, some of them couldn’t resist giving it another try.
After a quiet spell, admirers began creeping back into the picture. Tonight, when Hadley stepped into the dressing room, the space was overflowing with flowers.
“Hadley, you’re here!”
Lennon sauntered over, his grin wide as he gestured at the floral spectacle. “Look at this. Our Hadley’s got a magic touch. The turnout tonight… It nearly rivaled the attention Eric had once lavished on her.”
Hadley eyed the blooms and asked, “Did Duran Murray send these?”
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