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.

a result of being soaked in the

medicine in her room. Just as she was about to take one, she

her pregnancy, she knew

to keep the baby, she felt a responsibility to protect it

“Ugh…”

Hadley hard, causing

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

the tap, rinsed her mouth, and splashed her

“Hadley!”

and slightly raspy, echoed with a note of

waiting, he had come upstairs to check on

she still wasn’t ready, he demanded, “Hadley,

Hadley, dabbing her face with a towel.

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complexion sehen, hay voice a falné

she whispered “Might i request to

was to precarious that she worried

ill on the plane,

for?” Eric asked, his

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your scheme now? Yesterday, you tried to see linda at the boughtal,

he truly have such a low opinion of

what you think… Hadley replied, her eyes widering when the

her tears.

I need

of this!” Eric interjected sharply, not allowing her to explain

before a slight smirk appeared. “Feigning illness agial You expect me to believe

serious could it be? Linda has just lost a child and is still in the hospital, while you’re here, perfectly upright! You’ll cope. It’s

words, her

her no mind, moving swiftly to the closet to retrieve the already packed

isn’t packed. Just buy what you need when you get there! It’s all coming from my family’s funds anyway. I can’t afford to linger here with

that, he grabbed the

cascaded down her cheeks, which she smeared away with

might as well

somewhere foreign, did it really

invisible to

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nowhere to be seen. Instead, his assistant, Phillips Brown, took care of the check–in

safe trip, ma’am,” Phillips said as he handed her the passport and boarding pass. “Please call Mrs.

each month.”

responded with a subdued nod, “I understand.

through

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

ears, squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her head, silently wishing

enduring the quiet for a while, it seemed the landlord finally gave up. “Thinking you can avoid paying by hiding? Oh, sweetheart, that’s just naive! Are you really

muttering to himself, “It’s getting late. I

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

ears,

had managed to avoid the landlord today, but the question

pillow, Hadley scrolled through her contacts