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

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

her pregnancy, she knew

hadn’t decided whether to keep the baby, she felt a responsibility to protect it while it was still

“Ugh…”

nausea hit Hadley hard,

to the bathroom, where she retched into the toilet

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

“Hadley!”

voice, deep and slightly raspy, echoed

had come upstairs to

wasn’t ready, he demanded, “Hadley,

way,” replied Hadley, dabbing her face with a

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sehen, hay

“Might i request to leave a day

precarious that she worried about becoming sick

she fall ill on the plane, she would

asked, his expression clouding, with

I

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

have such a low opinion of

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

her tears.

feel very sick. I need to

of this!” Eric interjected sharply, not allowing

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

edge. “Even if you are sick, how 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 not the

from his words, her face a picture of astonishment.

mind, moving swiftly to the closet to retrieve

when you get there! It’s all coming from my family’s funds anyway.

the suitcase and

gripped her heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, which she

as

foreign, did it really

seemed invisible to others, her

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Brown, took care of the check–in process and walked

pass. “Please call Mrs. Flynn upon your landing.

each month.”

with a subdued

then proceeded through the boarding

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

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

jolted the door. Outside, her fat, middle–aged landlord shouted,

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

gave up. “Thinking you can avoid paying by hiding? Oh, sweetheart,

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

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

from her ears, breathing out

today, but the question of what

phone from beneath her pillow, Hadley scrolled through her contacts