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

Chapter 77 What If I Can’t Forget You

The glow from the screen cast a soft light over Denver’s face, making the sudden burst of joy impossible to

His throat bobbed with anticipation as he hammered out a reply. “Absolutely! I will wait for you when you are done.”

Hadley’s response came swiftly.

“Eleven o’clock. Meet me outside the club.”

Denver felt like he was floating

“okay.”

Across the table, Eric tipped back his glass and downed the whiskey in one gulp. He reached for the bottle again, filling it to the brim without hesitation.

Marshall arched an eyebrow. “Why are you drinking like the world is ending? Slow down.”

“I am fine,” Eric muttered, his face unreadable. “Where are we heading next? Let’s keep the night rolling.”

To everyone’s surprise, his mood seemed unusually high tonight, and neither Marshall nor Barrie had a reason to argue

“Fine by me,” Barrie said, already scrolling through his phone. “I will sort something out.”

*Sounds good.*

“Uh…” Denver hesitated before speaking. “You guys go ahead. I am sitting this one out.”

”

“Hmm? Marshall gave his younger cousin a perplexed look. “Why?”

“L… have something to do.”

“Something to do, huh?” Marshall narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t you just say you were free all night?”

*1, uh…” Denver scratched the back of his neck. “I got a last–minute… date.”

Marshall, who knew Denver better than anyone, threw an arm around his shoulders with a grin. “A date, huh? Judging by that look on your face, I am guessing it is a girl?”

Denver hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then shot up from his seat. “I gotta go. See you guys later!” Before anyone could react, he was already bolting for the door.

Marshall pointed after him with a laugh. “Would you look at that? The boy is finally growing up.”

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bang, Eric slammed his glass onto the table, the sound cutting through the air like a slap. Without a word, he pushed back his chair and strode toward the exit.

Where are you

“Home!”

“What?”

dumbfounded looks. What happened to keeping the

stepped outside just in time to

like an

patience snapping like a brittle twig.

“Yes, sir.”

shut his

Forget it.

interfere. If Hadley wanted to be with Denver, and with Nyla’s backing, what

but the air in the car felt suffocating. He yanked off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. Then, in one sharp motion, he tore

buttons of his shirt, he tried to shake off the frustration curling in his

was beyond

its stalls glowing under warm streetlights, the air thick

“I am guessing this is your first time in a place like this? Sorry, but with my budget, this is about as

with a chuckle. “Sure, I went abroad for school young and never got the chance to explore this part of town, but come on–it’s not like

right.” Hadley smirked. “But food trucks do not really count. It is all just burgers, hot dogs, and

breaking into laughter. “Hah! Okay, you got me

His easygoing nature made Hadley let her guard down a bit. “I promise you, the food here is better than anything you will find at some hipster food truck.

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led him to a bustling noodle stall,

said, “This place

Ahright”

bite and nearly groaned. “Wow. This is good”

eyes

for the pumpkin soup

finally spoke, her voice soft. “But please, do not buy it for me again

his expression shifting. He looked a bit flustered, “You

not like

a loss for words as he stared at her blankly, “I am

do not need

soup was delicious, and I liked it a lot. But I do poz want you bringing it

not the

even gotten the chance to show

I… really annoy you that much?”

that.” Hadley’s tone was steady but firm. “You are a great guy. And I am sure you know that. But we are

Something casual?

really how

where casual dating’s common does not mean I take relationships and commitments lightly. I never saw