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.”

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

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autonomy, he scooped her up again and carried her

it was standard procedure.

before he crossed the room in a few long strides and lowered her onto the bed. He even adjusted her hair so it wouldn’t bother her,

over her, tucking it in

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

are you feeling?”

to focus, to assess her body’s state. “I… I have no

gaze narrowed. “That’s all?”

“Yes…

else was she supposed to feel?

“Oh.”

only used something mild–enough to weaken Hadley, enough to leave her vulnerable, but not the kind of drug that sent

Still.

have been able to

respectful–yet she was willing to endanger someone’s life just to clear the

darkened, his eyes sharp with something

a sudden unease creeping over her.

was soft, hesitant.

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

to try once,

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

heavy silence settled

exhaled slowly, realizing his tone had been harsher

“Ahem.”

shifted slightly, his voice begrudgingly softer. “Well… you said you’re too weak to move, right? What if you need water? Or-” He paused, looking momentarily uncomfortable. “What if you need to use

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bedside and

I’ll

Hadley blinked.

water, sure. But

pointed it out, but the

at her, waving off whatever she was about to say. “I

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

Hadley finally had a chance to

happened

had he come from?