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.

fine herbal teas and wellness elixirs. I confess I’m no expert myself, but my mother handpicked

impeccable taste. My gratitude to you, Denver, and

stole a glance at his watch. “It being the weekend, are you alone here?”

arched a knowing brow.

the true intent behind Denver’s inquiry like a hawk spotting its quarry. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “There are others about,” she replied lightly. “Though I suspect you’ve got a particular soul in mind, haven’t you?”

a soft crimson, caught off guard. “Not at all. Just

is the only one at home. But I bet he

only Eric, a flicker

his heart of hearts, he had hoped Hadley might grace the house

but surrender wasn’t in his nature–not yet.

Nyla mused aloud, her gaze piercing as she studied Denver. “Might you be seeking

froze, Nyla’s bluntness catching him unawares.

on a breath, and erupted into a fit of coughs.

heavens, lad, I

a glass of water. “Here, drink this before you turn

hasty gulps, Denver finally steadied his breathing. “Thank you,

taken a shine to our Hadley?” Denver stiffened anew, his ears blazing scarlet. He nearly

her scrutiny unrelenting. “Is

precise moment, Eric walked into

his voice

couldn’t have been

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

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Deserves Far

his expression cool as ever. His eyes darted to Denver, and a sly, almost taunting smile played across his

a polite smile as he hastened to explain. “I’ve come bearing gifts to Mrs. Flynn.

wrist dismissively before fixing her gaze back on

question. Are

caught in the spotlight

had warmed his cheeks. But now, as his eyes met Eric’s, a spark of resolve ignited within him. Perhaps

for Nyla’s ears, but for Hadley’s former spouse

breath, Denver squared his shoulders and met Nyla’s gaze with

and Eric blinked in

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

with quiet certainty, adjusting his glasses in a gesture that underscored his

always held firm that Hadley, even after her divorce, deserved the finest suitors

of

of concern flickering across his face. “Though… she seems to harbor some

Nyla’s keen mind grasped the situation at once. She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head. “That girl… always overthinking matters! Fret not, Denver–leave it to

hope coursed through Denver’s chest, lifting

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

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