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.”

the door, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the key

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she might finally regain some autonomy,

was standard procedure.

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

pulled the blanket over her, tucking it in just enough

didn’t leave after all that. Instead, he remained by the bedside, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locked onto

are

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

narrowed.

blinked. “Yes… I

else was she supposed to feel?

“Oh.”

So Wilma had only used something mild–enough to weaken Hadley, enough to leave her vulnerable,

Still.

he hadn’t turned back… Would Hadley have been able to fight that

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

chest. His expression darkened,

and she stiffened slightly, a sudden

hesitant. “Shouldn’t you be

glance, still visibly irritated. “And go where exactly? I don’t even want to imagine what will happen to you

once,

to his unpredictable bursts of frustration. Fine. It was better to let him do as he pleased.

settled between them.

exhaled slowly, realizing his tone had been harsher

“Ahem.”

said you’re too weak to move, right? What if you need water? Or-” He paused, looking

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react, he dragged a chair to the bedside and sat down, arms crossed. “I’ll

Then I’ll

Hadley blinked.

help with water, sure. But the bathroom?

but the moment she

off whatever she was about to say. “I don’t need your

bed, and then leaned back in the chair, shutting

was quiet, Hadley finally had a chance to

happened

had he come