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.”

into her pocket, and pulled out the key card. The

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as she thought she might finally regain some autonomy,

it was standard

the room in 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

it in just enough to keep her

the bedside, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locked onto

are you

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

narrowed.

“Yes… I

What else was she supposed to feel?

“Oh.”

to weaken Hadley, enough

Still.

Would Hadley have been able to fight that bastard

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

expression darkened, his eyes sharp with something lethal.

she stiffened slightly, a sudden unease

voice was soft, hesitant. “Shouldn’t you be leaving?”

exactly? I don’t even want

bold enough to try once, who was to say

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

heavy silence settled

tone had been harsher than

“Ahem.”

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

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dragged a chair to the bedside

Then I’ll

Hadley blinked.

could help with water, sure. But the bathroom?

but the moment she

waving off whatever she was about to say.

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

finally had a chance to take a

happened to

he come from?