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

Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Hadley

Deserves Far Better

But Hadley had been his woman, his cherished one.

Never in his wildest dreams would Eric lay a hand on a woman–least of all her.

Yet the inferno raging within his chest spiraled beyond restraint. With a ragged breath, he drew his fist upward and sent it hurtling downward with raw force.

Hadley, gripped by dread, clamped her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable sting.

A thunderous thud echoed in the air–but the anticipated pain never arrived.

Hesitantly, she peered through her lashes. Eric’s fist had collided with the back of the seat, mere inches from her. What in the world… was he doing?

“Get out.” Eric’s voice sliced through the tension, icy and unyielding. “Now!”

“Oh–alright!” Hadley stammered, her trembling fingers fumbling for the door handle. She stumbled out of the car in a frantic rush, nearly losing her footing in her haste to escape.

Eric remained seated, his gaze fixed on her fleeting silhouette as it faded into the distance. A heavy silence stretched on before he pinched the bridge of his nose, a hiss of frustration escaping through his gritted teeth.

Damn it! His leniency had let her slip away again.

Did she truly believe she could keep evading him forever?

Come Sunday morning, Eric stirred from slumber later than his custom. As he descended the grand staircase, faint murmurs of conversation drifted from the living room.

He didn’t make a beeline for the parlor directly. Instead, he pivoted toward Kira, the trusted housekeeper, curiosity tugging at his tone. “Who has paid us a visit?”

“It’s Mr. Moran,” Kira replied with a warm smile, setting down Eric’s morning repast. “Your breakfast, sir.”

“Thank you,” Eric murmured, lifting the coffee to his lips for a tentative sip before placing it back down as he rose to his feet.

What business brought Denver here so early?

“Sir, won’t you eat?” Kira called after Eric, concern threading her tone.

“In a minute,” Eric replied over his shoulder, already striding toward the living room.

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Within, Denver sat across from Nyla, his demeanor all courtesy as he offered the tokens he had brought.

I confess I’m no expert myself, but my mother handpicked them just for you. She insisted they would do wonders for your

has impeccable taste. My gratitude to you, Denver, and do extend

smile lingered as he stole a glance at his watch. “It being

arched a knowing brow.

inquiry like a hawk spotting its quarry. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “There are others about,” she replied lightly. “Though I

crimson, caught off

is the only one at

mention of only Eric, a flicker of

a pretense, but in his heart of hearts, he had

turned him away before, but surrender wasn’t

gaze piercing as she

bluntness

and erupted into a fit

concern. “Good heavens, lad, I merely spoke her name! No need for

water. “Here,

finally steadied his breathing. “Thank you, Mrs. Flynn,”

be you’ve taken a shine to our Hadley?” Denver stiffened

her scrutiny unrelenting. “Is that a yes or a no?”

precise moment, Eric walked into the

voice

have been

pointed glance, her lips curling faintly. “You have a knack for showing up

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Hadley Deserves Far

darted to Denver, and a sly, almost taunting smile played across his features. “Denver. Fancy

to explain. “I’ve come bearing

her wrist dismissively before fixing her gaze back on

answered my question. Are

Denver faltered, caught in the spotlight of her

embarrassment had warmed his cheeks. But now, as his eyes met Eric’s, a spark of resolve ignited within him. Perhaps this was his moment–his chance to lay

Hadley’s former

gaze with newfound conviction. “Yes. 1… I’m quite taken

blinked in surprise, the room

face lit up like a beacon, her hands clapping together in sheer delight. “Do you truly mean

his

heart swelling with joy. She had always held firm that Hadley, even after

know of

Denver’s brow creased faintly, a shadow of concern flickering across his face.

Nyla’s keen mind grasped the situation at once. She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head. “That girl… always overthinking matters! Fret

through Denver’s chest, lifting his spirits. “Thank you, Mrs. Flynn.”

expression soon grew earnest, her tone carrying a weight of expectation. “But you

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