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

Chapter 119 Keep Her At Arm’s Length

Linda chose not to delve into the recent events that had unfolded. Instead, she kept the conversation light, as

was her custom.

“Sorry I arrived a bit later than usual today. The chill in the air has settled in. Just stepping from the car made my cheeks feel the bite of the cold. Here, feel it. Isn’t it brisk?”

She gently pressed her cheek against Ernest’s palm as she spoke.

Ernest’s brow furrowed slightly, and a tremor ran through his fingers as he lowered his hand, attempting to

pull away.

Linda’s heart raced.

Was he intentionally distancing himself from her?

Maintaining her composure, she replied with warmth, “Is your arm weary? I apologize for making you hold it

up.”

Ernest opened his mouth, but only a raspy, muffled sound came forth.

Linda instantly grasped his need. After caring for him for so long, she recognized his signals like an old friend.

“You need to use the restroom, right? Just a moment…”

She started toward the bathroom to get his bedpan.

But Ernest tugged at her shirt, shaking his head slowly, his brow knitted in concern.

She understood his gesture, yet confusion washed over her.

“Ernest, I’m your fiancee. We might as well be married, wedding or not. Let me assist you, please.”

Still, he shook his head, his forehead creased in refusal.

With a hand pressed to her temple, she felt a wave of resignation. “Alright, I’ll call the caregiver.”

Ernest had a duo of caregivers, one male and one female.

As Linda stood up, a pang of unease fluttered in her chest.

She really didn’t get it.

What was happening with Ernest? Ever since he regained consciousness, he had been keeping her at arm’s length.

He permitted her to wipe his face and help him sip water, but when it came to using the bathroom or a full-

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Keep Her At

he insisted on the

Why?

had shared so much intimacy.

simply didn’t want her to witness him at his most vulnerable. Linda clung to

comfort.

his needs, she felt powerless to argue with

Hadley meticulously combed through the script, recording her interpretations of the

with care.

stack of notes to

Faulkner, here you

it, visibly taken aback. “This is quite a pile.”

like this

Adonis admired her approach. “This kind of attitude is the first step toward success. I’ll review it

“Okay.”

was that Adonis walked

the producer and the investor. The former

real power.

face into the fold came

filming,

to join

for

for this new project. Don’t sweat it when you meet the producer and the

a dinner with the big

hesitation, though she couldn’t quite put her

she nodded. “Understood.”

about to meet the heavyweights, Hadley chose a coffee–toned evening gown— elegant

she arrived punctually at the venue to

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“Come on, Mr.

“Alright.”

sigh, a shadow of concern crossing

asked, puzzled. “What’s

we get upstairs,

advice was

to race. What

just found out that our producer

clueless. She hadn’t officially stepped into the entertainment arena yet. So who was this Wayne Walters? She was

teeth, “he has a notorious flaw. He couldn’t

Hadley’s eyes widened. Was that really just

get to you.” Elvin caught her alarm. “With a crowd around, he won’t dare cross the line. Plus, he’s not one of

for

couldn’t risk featuring her

the industry, the producer and