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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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

Where are

“Home!”

“What?”

looks. What

outside just in time to see

an

away, his patience snapping like a brittle

“Yes, sir.”

back, Eric shut his

Forget it.

to be with Denver, and with Nyla’s backing, what could he do? Still, his expression darkened, his

car felt suffocating. He yanked off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. Then, in one

tightness in his chest refused to ease. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, he tried to shake

beyond

lively open–air night market, its stalls glowing under

is your first time in a place like this? Sorry, but with my budget, this is about as fancy as

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

It is all just

laughter. “Hah! Okay,

nature made Hadley let her guard down a bit. “I promise you, the food here is better than anything

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a bustling noodle stall, ordering two howls

she wiped down the table with a napkin, she said, “This place makes

Ahright”

first bite and

eyes crinkling

for the pumpkin soup the other

most of her ramen, she finally spoke, her voice soft. “But please, do not buy it for me

shifting. He looked a bit flustered, “You do not ***

I do not like

for words as he stared at

need to

quieter now. “Fine. The pumpkin soup was delicious, and I liked it a

it. It is not the soup–it is me you do not like,”

harder than he expected. He had not even gotten the chance to show her who he really was.

annoy you that

sure you know that. But we are not right for each other. Even if all you are looking for is something

Something casual?

really how she saw him?

in a culture where casual dating’s