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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topping off her glass. “I’m sorry I can’t be here

“You’re apologizing? You’re flying out tonight–how could you see me off anyway? Besides,

still expressed concern. “But it’s your

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

comforted him. “I’ll be fine on my

“Alright.”

his reluctance, Denver accepted

left the Red Shell Bistro after dinner, and

car, Hadley reassured him, saying, “This is good here. You better hurry to the airport.”

in the trunk, ready for a direct departure.

“Goodbye.”

adjusted her bag

“Hadley!”

her as she started to walk away.

soft. “What’s on your mind? You know I don’t like

“It’s not that…”

a sheepish grin before his face grew earnest. “Hadley, when

surprise

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

speechless, her lips

believe I’m the right

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

her response, he continued, “I

hopeful smile, Denver started his car and pulled away.

spot, Hadley pondered. Would she have an answer for

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Denver drove off, he didn’t notice another vehicle trailing him closely.

following car suddenly

exited his

emerged from the

was mild. “What are

eyes darted to his car and she pressed a hand to her forehead.

envisioned?”

his life, right down to

now?” Denver shrugged. “I don’t see an issue

“You.”

a loss for words. Her plan had not

financial support, convinced he would

her plan

through the

to her increasing dismay, he was even contemplating a serious commitment to

“Denver.”

arm. “You need to listen–Hadley isn’t suitable for you… It’s for your own good. You’re young

interrupted sharply.

clearly disturbed Denver as

you talk about her like that? Hadley’s been divorced, yes, but

one of utter disappointment. “Enough, Mom. My decision to be with Hadley is final. I’m not backing down.”

“No, Denver…”