As soon as Eric noticed Hadley and Denver, a slight smirk formed on his lips.
"Who do we have here?" Eric's voice carried a note of feigned unfamiliarity as he looked at Denver and Hadley.
"Eric," Nyla called out, her tone sharp.
She caught the subtle signs of Eric's intoxication and rose from her seat swiftly.
Eric's seemingly gentle smile didn't fool Nyla for a second; she knew too well that it masked his discontent.
"Eric!" Nyla's voice dropped to a whisper, and she gave him a subtle shake of her head, a clear warning not to make a scene.
Eric frowned, frustration simmering. Instead of snapping, he let out a short laugh. Was Nyla seriously worried about what he might do?
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