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

Chapter 58

Chapter 58 You Actually

Let Him Kiss You

Hadley held the medicine bottle tightly, as if it were her last lifeline.

With this, there was nothing to be afraid of.

That evening. That evening, at Galant.

After the performance, Lennon led her toward a private room in the back. “He’s waiting inside.”

“Alright.”

Hadley lifted a hand and knocked on the door.

Before he left, Lennon gave her one last warning. “Watch yourself.”

“Alright.”

“Come in.”

Hadley took a steadying breath and pushed the door open.

“Mr. Murray.”

The room was bathed in soft lighting, the warm glow casting long shadows. A gramophone on the table played a slow, soothing melody.

Duran stood, offering a soft smile as he pulled out a chair for her. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Duran settled across from her and gestured toward the table. “Hungry? I had these prepared for you.”

”

“Really?”

Her gaze landed on a rich brownie and a bowl of Greek yogurt topped with fresh fruit.

Duran leaned back, watching her reaction. “I asked Lennon. He said you liked these.”

Hadley hesitated for a beat, warmth creeping into her expression. “I do,” she admitted, her voice softer.

Despite everything–his age, the secrecy of their arrangement–he had taken the time to learn something about

her.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as she thought.

“Thank you,” she said, meaning it.

Hadley picked up a spoon and began to eat.

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Chapter 58 You Actually

Let Him Kiss You

Hadley held the medicine bottle tightly, as if it were her last lifeline.

With this, there was nothing to be afraid of.

That evening. That evening, at Galant.

After the performance, Lennon led her toward a private room in the back. “He’s waiting inside.”

“Alright.”

Hadley lifted a hand and knocked on the door.

her one last

“Alright.”

“Come in.”

took a steadying breath and pushed

“Mr. Murray.”

in soft lighting, the warm glow casting long shadows. A gramophone

slow, soothing melody.

as he pulled out a chair

“Thank you.”

toward the table. “Hungry? I had these

you.”

“Really?”

a rich brownie and a bowl of Greek

watching her reaction. “I asked Lennon. He said you

for a beat, warmth creeping into her expression. “I do,” she admitted, her voice softer. Despite everything–his age, the secrecy of their arrangement–he had taken the

her.

be as hard

she said, meaning

a spoon and began to

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look, there was no hiding the quiet elegance she carried–the kind that made people

before asking. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Twenty–four.”

lingered, the weight of it making his words

should.

Hadley set down her spoon.

her hand with

chuckled, slipping his fingers

their hands met, Hadley tensed–just for a second. A shiver of unease

his grip steady as he slid his

shoulder, falling into step with him as

Duran murmured, his voice smooth and

you understand what

his

“And you’re willing?”

answer–her actions had spoken for her. But still, Duran

her resolve

lips as she looked

it was as if

good to

throat suddenly dry. He reached up to tuck a loose strand of

late. I

he really leaving

of confusion in her

dinner and everything. It shouldn’t happen in a place like this–you

go of her waist but kept her

as

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just outside, Eric’s car

a casual visit. He had one goal–to

locked on Galant’s entrance. This wasn’t exactly something he could talk to other people–this was personal, and he

with the perfect view of

acting like some overprotective big brother,”

at

her. Hadley. But she wasn’t alone. Her hand was

another man’s.

the valet

up at Duran, her voice light. “Mr. Murray, drive safely.”

“Sure.”

But just as

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