Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 3 Asking For Money From Him

Upon seeing Hadley on the couch, Eric’s expression grew sharp with annoyance. “Why wasn’t the door answered?”

Silently, Hadley muttered to herself, “I lacked the strength to even get up,” but she left her thoughts unspoken, simply shaking her head in response.

Hadley was acutely aware that any attempt to explain herself would merely be seen as an excuse by Eric.

To someone who harbors disdain for you, even the act of breathing could seem like a fault.

Overwhelmed by an uncomfortable feeling, Hadley went directly to the heart of the matter. “What brings you here?”

She thought he wanted nothing to do with her.

“Do you actually think I came here willingly?”

With a sneer, Eric made no effort to mask his contempt as he glanced coldly at Hadley. “Grandma sent me to escort you to the airport.”

That was how things stood.

Hadley asked herself bitterly, “Why did I even harbor any hope?”

“Is your luggage upstairs?”

The impatience in Eric’s voice was unmistakable. Spending even a moment with Hadley was clearly something he found almost unbearable.

Hadley nodded, but then quickly added, “It’s upstairs, but I haven’t finished packing yet…

She had planned to finish packing the previous night, but overwhelming sickness had caused her to fall asleep prematurely.

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A shadow crossed Eric’s face as his irritation flared. “You’ve had all day and still haven’t managed to pack your bags?”

He fixed a stern gaze on Hadley, who appeared bewildered and unresponsive. Eric guessed bitterly. “Is she trying to delay her departure?”

“Don’t just stand there; get moving and finish your packing!”

“Alright,” Hadley responded with a vacant nod, turning to ascend the stairs swiftly.

Making her way up, Hadley felt each step caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She sensed that something was amiss. Hesitantly, she touched her forehead.

It was unmistakably hot, her breathing labored as if each breath scorched her lungs.

Clearly, she was running a fever.

probably a result of being soaked in

was to search for some cold medicine in her room. Just as she was about

pregnancy, she knew she couldn’t take

felt a responsibility

“Ugh…”

wave of nausea hit Hadley

her mouth and hurried to the bathroom, where she retched into the toilet until

mouth, and splashed her face with cold water to soothe her

“Hadley!”

and slightly raspy,

come upstairs to

still wasn’t ready, he demanded, “Hadley, what’s taking so long?

way,” replied Hadley, dabbing her face with a towel.

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sehen, hay voice a

i request to leave a day

precarious that she worried about becoming

plane, she would be entirely

his expression clouding, with

I

now? Yesterday, you tried to see linda at the boughtal, and had to stop

such a low

not what you think… Hadley replied, her eyes widering when the

her tears.

I need

interjected sharply, not

examined her face briefly before a slight smirk appeared. “Feigning illness agial You expect

a child and is still in the hospital, while

reeled from his words, her

her no mind, moving swiftly to

It’s all coming from my family’s funds anyway. I can’t afford to linger

grabbed the suitcase and stormed

Tears cascaded down her cheeks, which she

might as well

somewhere foreign, did it

seemed invisible to others, her existence

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Instead, his assistant, Phillips Brown, took care of the check–in process and walked

ma’am,” Phillips said as he handed her the passport and boarding pass. “Please call Mrs. Flynn upon your landing. Your living expenses will be forwarded to

each month.”

responded with a subdued nod, “I

proceeded through the

month had passed. Now, deep into the night in an apartment in downtown Blathe, Hadley was hunched over in bed, too terrified to turn on

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

door. Outside, her fat, middle–aged landlord shouted, “Senorita! Are you there? Your rent is overdue! I

hands over her ears, squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her head, silently wishing the landlord

seemed the landlord finally gave up. “Thinking you

himself, “It’s getting late. I hope she’s

eventually ceased, and the sound of the landlord’s footsteps slowly

hands away from her ears, breathing

landlord today, but the

Hadley scrolled through her