“Really?” Eric’s gaze flickered. Then he asked, almost hopeful, “So… you think I haven’t aged? That I still look good? Even compared to before?”
“What are you even talking about?” Hadley gave him a look. “You sound ridiculous. Eric—who barely cared about appearances—suddenly worrying about wrinkles? Something’s off.”
Then, it suddenly hit her.
Was it because she confessed last night that she used to like him because of his good looks?
“Mr. Scott.” Before she could test her theory, a nurse appeared. “Good morning. Your tests are scheduled. Please follow me.”
She turned to Hadley. “A family member can stay with him during the whole process.”
“Thanks,” Hadley said, quickly picking up his mask and tugging it over his face. “Put this on. Cover everything.”
She secured the mask, and then grabbed his sunglasses and slipped them on too. “Alright. Go on, follow the nurse.”
Eric blinked behind the shades. “Hadley, am I really that ugly right now?”
She stared at him in silence.
Her silence spoke volumes, as if saying, “Do you have any self-awareness?”
“I get it,” he said dramatically. “I told you I looked awful. I told you not to look. But you just had to…”
The more he talked, the more wounded he sounded. “Fine, I’m sorry my face scared you.”
Was he seriously acting cute now?
Hadley tried to hold it in but failed completely. She burst into laughter, doubling over. “Ha! Ha-ha…”
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Eric stared at her, speechless.
“Haha…” Seeing his dumbfounded face, Hadley laughed even harder and grabbed his hand.
“You’re not ugly,” she said between chuckles, trying to coax him. “Don’t be upset—haha…”
She was laughing while denying it?
Clearly not convincing.
Eric shot her a mild glare, but the sound of her laughter softened it. If being ugly meant hearing that laugh, he’d take it. So, he chuckled along with her.
The entire process had been draining.
By the time they finished the last test, Eric was lying flat on the examination bed as a nurse wheeled him out.
“Miss Pearson,” the doctor said, “we’re done. We administered some anesthesia earlier, so Mr. Scott may feel drowsy. We’ll keep him here and observe him for the next two hours. If all goes well, he can be discharged after that.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
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