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

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Chapter 137 Never Saw His Feelings

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Hadley shook her head. “No.”

She could never justify spending that Kind of money on herself if she had knows how excunqgent End’s gift was, she would have never accepted it.

Each evening before their performance, the dance troupe members would have an early meal

Before their busy evening started, Hadley and Elissa took a quick detour to the commercial street beside the studio to grab a bite.

On their way back, a familiar figure came into view under the glow of a streetlamp

Denver stood there, tall and lean, a bag in his hand, his gaze fixed expectantly on Hadley as she slowly *approached.

Elissa stole a glance at Hadley before tactfully excusing herself. I’ll head in first.”

“Okay,”

With no way to avoid the encounter, Hadley came to a stop in front of Denver, her brows knitting slightly. “You….”

“Here.”

Before she could finish, Denver raised the bag in his hand–yet again filled with desserts from Red Shell Bistro. Hadley didn’t reach for it, instead sighing in exasperation. “Denver, do you really want me to bec I can’t stand?”

“Please don’t be upset,” Denver said gently, watching her with quiet caution. “I just wanted to see you.”

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“Denver…”

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“I’m leaving Srixby. Tonight.” Before she could say anything else before she could cut him down with another cold remark–Denver hurriedly spoke again. “I won’t be able to see you every day anymore.”

What? Hadley’s breath caught. Her mind reeled at his words.

“What do you mean? Where are you going?”

Denver caught the flicker of concern in Hadley’s eyes and smiled reassuringly. I’ve found a job. A friend of mine started a company, and I’ll be joining as a technical partner.”

Without the support of his family, all he had left was his own skills.

“It’s a small company, still in its early days, with only a handful of employees,” he explained. “There’s a lot to do, and I have to go to Tidebourne to meet with two of our potential partners.”

Hadley blinked, momentarily stunned.

She hadn’t expected him to act so quickly.

A young man who had grown up in luxury, now navigating a life stripped of privilege–yet he hadn’t wasted a moment on self–pity.

Living in a cramped, old apartment, he had never once blamed her. Instead, he had quietly pressed forward, determined to carve out his own path.

“Hadley.”

conviction,

know exactly what I’m doing. I don’t need my family’s wealth to live well. I won’t give up on myself, and I won’t give up

respond, but no words

is for you.” Denver took Hadley’s hand, pressing the bag into her

have a train to catch,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper. “I’ll

back.”

he offered her a lopsided smile, one that held no

“This isn’t goodbye.”

a final glance, he

weight of it, so small yet so heavy, sent a sharp ache

everything, yet he carried

Hadley found herself understanding

ow could

and watch her exceptional son be dragged down by someone

Hadley sat before the mirror, wiping away the remnants of her stage makeup. Her fingers brushed against the pearl hair

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“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya,”

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do I owe you?”

drew together, his tone firm.

to collect

blinked, caught off guard. If that wasn’t why he was here, then what was

“Oh…”

beat passed before realization struck.

a whim. To you, this hair tie

“Wait…”

instantly. “Hold on–you think I bought it on a whim?”

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“Wasn’t it?”

laugh escaped

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What had he been

him back, he had feared the worst–that she wanted to draw a line between

This was even worse.

the possibility that he had chosen it just for her. That he had held her old, worn hair tie in his hands, searching

a detail so small,

what was more pathetic than

saw his feelings to

his expression shifted–anger, frustration, something deeper

“Eric?”