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

Chapter 148 When Are We Going To Make Things…

“Time for me to head out! Bye!”

With a twist and a giggle, the little girl dashed away.

By the entrance of the playroom, a nurse gently lifted Joy. “It’s quite late; bedtime now, isn’t it?”

“Understood!”

Eric watched them go, his fingers brushing the spot where the child had kissed him, his laughter light and

tender.

“Mr. Flynn!”

Phillips, having finished his errands, scanned the room for Eric. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“We should get moving,” Eric said, his hand on his forehead, signaling discomfort.

Indeed, his visit to the doctor had resulted in an unexpected hospital stay.

Srixby.

At the Red Shell Bistro.

Hadley let out a little gasp.

Denver stopped abruptly, his eyes fixated on Hadley with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s really nothing.” Hadley reassured with an awkward smile, shaking her head.

They had been looking forward to this dinner, yet as she sliced into her steak, Hadley’s hand slipped, causing her to prick herself with the fork.

“Show me,” Denver insisted, taking her hand gently to inspect the injury. “How did this even happen?”

Explaining seemed too complicated at that moment; she had simply zoned out briefly.

“It’s really minor.”

Denver sighed in relief after a quick examination. “Looks like it’s just a bit red, no actual cut.”

“See, I told you it was minor.”

Retrieving her hand, Hadley said, “Let’s just eat, okay? Don’t you have a flight to catch later tonight?”

Indeed, Denver was scheduled to fly out to Prineville for a business trip.

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glass. “I’m sorry I can’t be here to see you off in two

echoed in surprise. “You’re apologizing? You’re flying out tonight–how could you see me off anyway? Besides, I’m not a child. I can take care of

concern. “But it’s your first performance

deal, really. The whole dance troupe will be with me. Plus, it’s Blathe–1 spent four years there. I’m pretty familiar with the

on your meetings.” Hadley comforted him. “I’ll be fine on

“Alright.”

his reluctance, Denver accepted

Red Shell Bistro after dinner, and he

Hadley reassured him, saying, “This is good here. You

loaded in the trunk,

“Goodbye.”

her bag on her shoulder.

“Hadley!”

stopped her as she started

“What’s on your mind? You know I

“It’s not that…”

before his face grew earnest. “Hadley,

surprise at his

quickly added, hoping to ease any pressure. “Just think about it, okay? Things have been really good

was momentarily speechless, her

believe I’m the right

Denver noted her quietude, his spirit didn’t falter. “Think about it while you’re away, and let’s decide when you’re back,

for her response, he continued, “I need to leave

smile, Denver started his car and pulled away.

she have an answer for him after

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didn’t notice

Bond, the following car suddenly sped up,

Denver quickly exited his

the

was mild. “What are

Wilma’s eyes darted to his car and she pressed a

envisioned?”

in his life, right down to the ordinary

wrong with my life now?” Denver shrugged. “I don’t see an

“You.”

words. Her plan had not unfolded

support, convinced he would

plan backfired.

persisted through the

he was even contemplating a serious

“Denver.”

tactics, Wilma softened her approach and grasped his arm. “You need to listen–Hadley isn’t suitable for you… It’s for your own good. You’re young and

Denver interrupted sharply.

and it clearly disturbed Denver as he cut in.

her like that? Hadley’s been divorced, yes, but she’s committed no crime!”

his head, Denver’s expression was one of utter disappointment. “Enough, Mom. My decision to be with Hadley is final.

“No, Denver…”