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

Chapter 95 Scars On The

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Eric, puzzled by the pleasant scent, wondered what fragrance Hadley was wearing that smelt so wonderful

“Hadley,” he said gently, trying to soothe the stirring within himself, “What perfume is that you’re wearing?

Caught off guard, Hadley hesitated for a moment.

“Perfume?” she echoed, her lips twitching ever so slightly. How could she possibly afford luxury fragrances?

“It’s just my shampoo, actually,” she explained.

She then efficiently applied a Band–Aid to Eric’s wound. “There, all set.”

Then, she started to clean up, gathering the used medical supplies to dispose of them.

“Okay,” Eric murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

By the time they exited the pharmacy, midnight had fallen.

Sebastian drove them back towards Mayfield Road. When they arrived, Eric stepped out of the car and accompanied Hadley to her apartment entrance.

“Get some rest,” Eric suggested, pausing at the entrance without stepping inside.

“Okay.” Hadley nodded, pointing to the box on the floor. “Thanks for this.”

She still might have ended up getting that doll by waiting in line all night, but the discount was indeed thanks

to his favor.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in? I had some wine earlier and could use some water now,” Eric said, his voice casual but with a hint of expectation.

Hadley hesitated, conflicted. Accepting his help already felt like a lot; would it be rude to deny him such a simple request?

Unexpectedly, Eric didn’t just assume he could enter–he was actually waiting for her invitation.

“Well…” Hadley moved aside slightly. “You can come in for some water.”

Hadley then went to get water for Eric.

She picked up the cup, turning to fill it at the sink. Suddenly, the tap handle came off in her hand, unleashing a torrent of water that drenched her completely.

“Ah!” Startled, Hadley couldn’t help but scream.

“What happened?”

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through the chaos, sharp

over to assist–only to end up getting drenched by the spray himself.

remained where she stood. Without hesitation, he grabbed her

just stand there–move!” he commanded.

him, protecting her from the water as it continued to pour down

of guilt.

living in a place like this?” Eric blurted

a jet of water

stop talking,” Hadley whispered, barely audible over the sound of the

water.

her, his eyes sharp with irritation. He quickly moved to pull her away from the

Hadley said, “I need

more than just her apartment. A flood was

Eric questioned her plan. How did she plan to fix that

she explained, already moving toward the door. “And I have to buy a

made to leave, Eric’s voice halted her. “Stop

he grasped

frustration and concern. “Why are you rushing to do this alone? I’m here and

paused, caught off guard by

willingness to handle this alone, made a decisive

I’ll handle

guided Hadley to a chair and then moved briskly

her opposition evident. “I can

bothering to turn around as he exited.

racing with doubts. Could he really handle this? Was he familiar with

than she credited him for. Despite his afflue upbringing, he was capable of learning quickly and asking for help when needed.

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relentless sound

verify. A grin spread across her face upon discovering the halted flow -Eric had successfully located and turned off

handle that, surely purchasing a faucet wouldn’t be

he could manage

after Hadley changed into dry clothes, Eric came

Twelfth Alley had a convenient perk–everything was within walking distance.

hardware store right at

she walked over.

faucet just out of her

it over to you?”

was puzzled. “So I can

disbelief evident. Did she really think he couldn’t install a

I’m right here? I’ve got this. Besides, are you sure you know how to do this?” Hadley’s lips tightened. Yes, she knew

have the skills, but the Hadley who had spent four years in Blathe certainly did.

just good at replacing faucets;

Hadley had learned to manage on her own rather than spend her

of this, was insistent. “I’ll handle it.”

to prove that he was dependable.

me the toolbox,” he commanded, and headed towards the