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.”

pocket, and pulled out the key card. The door clicked

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

it was standard procedure.

and lowered her onto the bed. He even adjusted her

pulled the blanket over her, tucking it in

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

frowned. “How are you feeling?”

assess her body’s state. “I… I

gaze narrowed. “That’s all?”

“Yes… I think?”

was she supposed

“Oh.”

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

Still.

Would Hadley have been

she was willing

expression darkened, his eyes

slightly, a

hesitant. “Shouldn’t you

I don’t even want to imagine what will

enough to try once, who was to say she

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

heavy silence settled

tone had been harsher than intended.

“Ahem.”

weak to move, right? What if you need water? Or-”

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

Then I’ll leave.”

Hadley blinked.

help with water, sure. But

pointed it out, but the moment she opened

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

propping his legs against the edge of the bed, and then leaned back in the chair, shutting his eyes as if he intended to rest right there.

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

had happened to him?

had he come from?