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.”

door, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the

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autonomy, he scooped her

it was standard procedure.

had time to process it before he crossed the room in a few long strides and lowered her onto the bed. He even adjusted her hair so it

it in just

that. Instead, he remained by the bedside, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locked onto her face, studying every flicker of

“How are you feeling?”

to assess her body’s state. “I…

gaze narrowed.

“Yes… I

was she supposed to feel?

“Oh.”

Hadley, enough to leave her vulnerable, but not the kind of

Still.

Would Hadley have been able to fight that

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

chest. His expression darkened, his eyes sharp with

stiffened slightly, a sudden unease

voice was soft, hesitant. “Shouldn’t you

visibly irritated. “And go where exactly? I don’t even want to

been bold enough to try once, who was to say she wouldn’t try again?

bursts of frustration. Fine. It was better to let him do as

heavy silence settled between

slowly, realizing his tone had been harsher

“Ahem.”

his throat, he shifted slightly, his voice begrudgingly softer. “Well… you said you’re too weak to move, right? What if

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Hadley could react, he dragged a chair to the bedside and sat down, arms

I’ll

Hadley blinked.

with water, sure. But the bathroom?

but the

up!” Eric didn’t even look at her, waving off whatever she was about to say. “I don’t

of the bed, and then leaned back in the chair,

room was quiet, Hadley finally had a chance to take a

had happened to

had he