Chapter 22
Eric’s expression turned stormy immediately, his tone sharp as he hastily grabbed a shirt.
“Sorry!” Hadley apologized and promptly closed the door.
How could she have known he was there? And why was he using the ground floor bathroom anyway?
Behind the closed door, Eric’s anger hadn’t subsided. His gaze reflexively darted to his back… Had she noticed anything?
Shortly after, Eric stepped out, now fully clothed.
He pointed to a large box resting on the coffee table.
“Please change into this.”
Hadley immediately realized it was likely a gown.
Given that the Flynn family was organizing a banquet, they would certainly ensure it was an elegant affair, even if it was solely in her honor.
“Alright.”
She accepted the box with a nod.
Soon, Hadley made her return.
She donned a beige off-shoulder gown that gracefully flowed down to the floor. To complement her attire for the banquet, she had applied makeup, refined her eyebrows, and chosen a subtle lipstick shade. Though not affluent, her profession necessitated maintaining a basic assortment of cosmetics.
Her natural beauty was enhanced by just this modest application of cosmetics, highlighting her classic elegance.
With just a few enhancements, her allure was amplified.
Eric watched her intently, his gaze sharpening.
Her hair was elegantly tied back, accentuating her slender, swan-like neck. She looked ethereal, her beauty almost transcending this world.
Momentarily, Eric was caught off guard.
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He had to acknowledge, she truly stood out.
In the past, she had the appearance of a delicate doll.
Now, in her early twenties, she had evolved from her naive youth, flourishing like a fully bloomed rose.
Eric scrutinized her, his eyes tightening.
“Earlier in the bathroom… did you catch a glimpse of something?”
“What?” Hadley responded, her face showing genuine bewilderment. “A glimpse of what?”
His observations of her expression convinced him she was not acting. She had not seen… his back.
Without further discussion, Eric motioned for her to follow.
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
The party was set at Tranquille Sanatorium, located in the southern part of the city, where Nyla was staying.
Nyla’s health conditions made it necessary for her to stay within the sanatorium.
Thankfully, the sanatorium had a private courtyard, featuring a well-kept lawn that was ideal for such small-scale events. They were driven directly to the sanatorium. During the drive, Hadley remained silent, looking out the window thoughtfully.