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    He turned back, narrowing his eyes.

    He then recognized her—she was one of Linda’s fans who had caused trouble for Hadley before.

    Was she employed here?

    What were the odds?

    It was reasonable enough; people had jobs. Still, an odd, unsettling feeling gnawed at him, one he couldn’t quite ce.

    After a brief pause, he pulled out his phone and dialed. “Phillips, it’s me.”

    Arriving at Hadley’s room, he learned she had already left for the film set. As the lead actress, she had to be there early for makeup, a routine that demanded extra time.

    Eric’s expression tightened, and he set off for the set without dy.

    When he arrived, Chelsey spotted him and hurried over. “Mr. Scott.”

    Eric gave a curt nod. “Has Hadley had anything to eat?”

    “Not yet,” Chelsey admitted, shaking his head.

    “I picked up some food for her, but she didn’t seem interested. She mentioned she would just grab a biteter.”

    Eric’s face clouded over.

    Hadley skipped breakfast again?

    Eric could almost picture Hadley nibbling on a dry piece of toast, struggling to get it down.

    Turning to Chelsey, he said, “You don’t have to worry about her breakfast—I’ll handle it. Go take care of your other tasks.”

    “Yes, sir,” Chelsey replied, and left.

    Eric walked off as well. When he returned, he was carrying an insted lunch box and strolled straight into the dressing room as if he belonged there.

    The security and crew greeted him warmly, none of them stopping him. Inside, Hadley had just finished her makeup.

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    Feeling a pang of hunger and noticing Chelsey was gone, she picked up her phone to call her.

    Before she could dial, Eric walked in, pulled out a chair beside her, and set the lunch box on the dressing table.

    He smiled. “Hungry?”

    Hadley blinked at him in surprise.

    “I ran into your assistant,” he exined as he opened the lunch box. “She said you hadn’t eaten yet.”

    He gave her a gentle, mildly scolding look. “What kind of assistant doesn’t know your favorite foods?”

    Hadley let out an involuntaryugh. “She’s only been here a few days. Isn’t it funny? You only figured it out recently—and you were my husband for years.”

    Her tone wasced with sarcasm, but there was a yful edge to it. Eric gave a sincere nod. “You’re right. That was my fault. I won’t let it happen again.”

    He then slid the lunch box closer. “Try this. The hotel’s chef made it fresh—just how you like it.”

    Despite herself, Hadley felt a sting in her chest. Last night’s memories still lingered…

    Her cheeks flushed with heat.

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