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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voice cut through the chaos, sharp with

the bone, he hurried over to assist–only

notice Hadley remained where she stood. Without hesitation,

just stand there–move!”

pulled her to safety behind him, protecting her from the water as it continued to pour down on him.

felt a wave of guilt. “I’m so sorry…” she

like

a jet of water surged directly into it, cutting him off.

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

water.

his eyes sharp with irritation. He

said, “I need to fix

threatened more than just her apartment. A flood was

How did she plan to

downstairs,” she explained, already moving

Eric’s voice halted her. “Stop right there!”

more, he grasped her

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

caught off guard by his

to handle this alone,

I’ll handle

a chair

evident. “I can take care of

there!” Eric commanded, not bothering to turn around as he exited.

down again, her mind racing with doubts. Could he really handle this? Was he familiar with the location of the shutoff

credited him for. Despite his afflue upbringing,

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the relentless sound of water ceased

upon discovering the halted flow -Eric had successfully located and turned off the shutoff

victory made her reconsider. If he could handle that, surely purchasing

manage that as well.

changed into dry clothes, Eric came

had a convenient perk–everything

spotted a hardware store right at the corner

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

the faucet just out

to you?” he quipped, giving her a

puzzled. “So I can install it.”

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

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

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

at replacing faucets; she could change

on her own rather than spend

this, was insistent. “I’ll

prove that he was

he commanded, and