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

Chapter 153 Why

Shouldn’t He Just Take…..

Hadley was completely thrown off.

What was Eric doing here?

And why did he sound like that–like he had every right to be standing in front of her, scolding her? What was with that entitled attitude?

She had met plenty of wealthy heirs–Ernest wasn’t like this. Neither was Denver.

A faint, incredulous laugh slipped past her lips. Was his bad temper reserved just for her?

Still, whatever his attitude, one fact remained–he had saved her. She couldn’t ignore that.

Steadying herself, she attempted to break free from his grip. “Listen… thank you for earlier. I-”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Eric’s hand tightened around her waist, anchoring her in place, his lips curling into a faintly mocking smirk.

“Are you seriously trying to push me away? Can you even stand on your own right now?”

Hadley faltered, her breath catching.

Probably not.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. “It’s not like I’m the one who slipped you something.” Hadley froze, her body rigid.

He heard everything? He knew what Wilma had done to her?

When did he even show up?

“Enough of this.”

Before Hadley could gather her thoughts, Eric let out a sigh and effortlessly scooped her up into his arms. “I’ve already started dealing with this mess, so I might as well see it through. Where’s your room?”

Was he seriously this considerate?

She wanted to doubt him, but she was too weak to resist. Reluctantly, she mumbled her room number.

“Sorry to trouble you,” she whispered.

Eric didn’t even hesitate. “As long as you realize it’s trouble.”

set her down at the door, reached into her pocket, and

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as she thought she might finally regain some autonomy, he scooped her up again and

it was standard

the room in a few long strides and lowered her onto the bed. He even adjusted her hair so it wouldn’t bother her, smoothing the strands with a quiet patience.

it in just enough

the bedside, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locked onto her face, studying every flicker

are

body’s state. “I… I have no strength.”

narrowed. “That’s

“Yes…

she supposed to

“Oh.”

tension easing just slightly. So Wilma had only used something mild–enough to weaken Hadley, enough to leave her vulnerable, but not the kind of drug that sent

Still.

back… Would Hadley have been able

be refined and respectful–yet she was willing to endanger someone’s life

in Eric’s chest. His expression darkened,

and she stiffened slightly, a

was soft, hesitant. “Shouldn’t you be leaving?”

“And go where exactly? I don’t even want to imagine what will

been bold enough to try once, who was

starting to get used to his unpredictable bursts of frustration. Fine. It was better to

settled

exhaled slowly, realizing his tone had been

“Ahem.”

begrudgingly softer. “Well… you said you’re too weak to move, right? What if you need

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to the bedside and sat down, arms crossed. “I’ll stay until you’re

I’ll leave.”

Hadley blinked.

with water,

pointed it out, but the moment

waving off whatever she was about to say. “I

then leaned back in the chair, shutting his eyes

was quiet, Hadley finally had a chance

happened

had he