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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the chaos, sharp with

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

face, Eric couldn’t help but notice Hadley remained where she stood. Without

there–move!” he commanded.

behind him, protecting her from the water

behind Eric, Hadley felt a wave of guilt. “I’m so sorry…” she stammered.

even living in a place like

to continue, a jet of

whispered, barely

water.

snapped toward her, his eyes sharp with irritation. He quickly moved to

from his hold, Hadley said, “I need to

spray threatened more than just her apartment. A flood was imminent, and the potential damage could

Eric questioned her plan. How did she plan

moving toward the door. “And

leave, Eric’s voice

more, he grasped

frustration and concern. “Why are you rushing to do this

off guard

handle this alone, made

I’ll handle

chair and

her opposition evident. “I can take care of it myself!”

bothering to

really handle this? Was he familiar with the location

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

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relentless sound of water

from her seat, Hadley hurried to verify. A grin spread across her face upon discovering the halted flow

he could handle that, surely purchasing

he could manage that as

after Hadley changed into dry clothes, Eric

West Twelfth Alley had

hardware store right at the

it?” Hadley asked as she walked over. “Great. Now give it

holding the faucet just

to you?” he quipped, giving her a sidelong

puzzled. “So I can

narrowed his eyes, his disbelief evident. Did she really think he couldn’t install a

Besides, are you sure you know how to do this?” Hadley’s lips tightened. Yes,

the skills, but the Hadley who had spent four years

replacing faucets; she could change light bulbs too.

her own rather than spend her limited funds. Over the years, she had

this, was insistent. “I’ll handle

prove that

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