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.

teas and wellness elixirs. I confess I’m no expert myself, but my mother handpicked them just for you.

My gratitude to you, Denver, and do extend my thanks to her as

glance at his watch. “It being

arched a

the true intent behind Denver’s inquiry like a hawk spotting its quarry. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “There are others

cheeks flushed a soft crimson, caught off guard. “Not at

so?” Nyla chuckled, her tone teasing. “Well, Eric is the only one at home. But I bet he

mention of only Eric, a flicker of disappointment shadowed Denver’s

come bearing gifts as a pretense, but in his heart of hearts, he had hoped Hadley might grace the house on such a day.

him away before, but surrender wasn’t in his nature–not yet.

as she studied Denver.

froze, Nyla’s bluntness catching him unawares.

on a breath, and erupted into a fit of

heavens, lad, I merely spoke her name! No need for such a

water. “Here, drink this before you turn blue.”

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

it be you’ve taken a shine to our Hadley?” Denver stiffened anew, his ears blazing scarlet. He nearly

Nyla pressed, her scrutiny unrelenting. “Is

moment, Eric

he greeted, his voice a low

couldn’t have been

a knack for showing up at just

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Deserves

Denver, and a sly, almost taunting smile played across

replied, forcing a polite smile as he hastened to explain. “I’ve come

dismissively before fixing her gaze back

still haven’t answered my question. Are

in the spotlight of her

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 his cards on the table.

for Hadley’s former spouse to hear

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

blinked in surprise, the room falling

hands clapping

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

beamed, her heart swelling with joy. She had always held firm that Hadley,

know of your

she does.” Denver’s brow creased faintly, a shadow of concern flickering

a soft sigh, shaking her head. “That girl… always overthinking matters! Fret not, Denver–leave

through Denver’s chest, lifting his spirits.

soon grew earnest, her tone carrying a weight of expectation. “But you must give me your word on one

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