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 key card. The door clicked

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autonomy, he scooped

it was

and lowered her onto

he pulled the blanket over her, tucking it

by the bedside, arms crossed, his

“How are

her body’s state. “I…

narrowed. “That’s all?”

“Yes… I

else was she

“Oh.”

mild–enough to weaken Hadley, enough to leave her

Still.

Hadley have been able to fight that bastard

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

darkened,

stiffened slightly, a sudden unease creeping over her.

soft, hesitant. “Shouldn’t you

exactly? I don’t even want to imagine

been bold enough to try once, who was

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

settled

his tone had been

“Ahem.”

What if you need water? Or-” He

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

Then I’ll leave.”

Hadley blinked.

with water, sure. But

but the moment she opened

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

legs against the edge of the bed, and then leaned back in the chair, shutting his

had a chance to

happened to

he