Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 161

Chapter 161 Just A Fair

Trade

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On Wednesday evening, Hadley arrived at the Flynn residence.

Tonight was her only free night–starting Thursday, her schedule was packed with performances through the weekend.

“Hadley, over here.”

Nyla uncorked a bottle of red wine, raising a glass in celebration of Hadley’s safe return from Blathe.

“What a relief! We’re just glad you’re back safe. I know God is watching over you!”

“Yeah, indeed.” Hadley nodded with a small smile.

Eric sighed inwardly. He was the one who had actually risked his life and saved her, yet no one seemed to acknowledge it.

He placed a hand over Hadley’s glass, firm but gentle. “Let’s skip the wine, Grandma–Hadley doesn’t drink.” He hadn’t forgotten the chaos she caused the last time she was drunk.

“A sip won’t do any harm,” Nyla countered, arching a brow at him. She reached for the bottle and poured a generous amount into Hadley’s glass. “Come on! It’s a special occasion! Besides, we’re home, so what’s the harm even if she gets a little tipsy? Don’t you think, Hadley?”

Hadley lifted her glass with a small, amused smile. “Mhm.”

Well, that was that–his interference had been pointless.

With a sigh, Eric let it go, shifting his focus to pouring the wine and making sure both women had plenty to eat. That night, only the three of them sat around the dinner table.

Ernest was at the hospital for a follow–up, undergoing a full check–up that required an overnight stay. Linda had gone with him.

By the end of the meal, Nyla was more than a little tipsy.

Concerned for her health, Eric didn’t hesitate to call her caregiver to escort her to her room.

When he turned back, his eyes landed on Hadley, still clutching her wine glass, sipping away like she had all the time in the world.

Fantastic. She was drunk too.

“That’s enough,” he said, reaching for the glass.

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Eric strode over and plucked the glass from her hand. “You’re drunk, you know that? Grandma wants you to stay the night.”

Her room was always ready–cleaned daily–so there was nothing to prepare.

“Oh, okay.”

Her easy agreement threw him off. He’d expected resistance. As she pushed off the table, she swayed on her

feet.

Pearson, are you

Hadley bobbed her head and pointed

out a low chuckle. “Brilliant. Come on.

“Oh.”

didn’t resist as he guided her

moment they stepped into her room, she slipped free from his grip and disappeared into

“Hadley?”

was sick. He didn’t

passed. Still nothing.

He rapped his knuckles against the door. “Hadley, you good

a shuffle from inside.

knocked harder, his pulse quickening. “If you don’t

His jaw

the door open–only to find her sitting on

rushed to her side, kneeling. “What’s

and met his gaze. Then, out of nowhere, she

Eric’s stomach sank. His

does it hurt?”

shook her head, that unreadable smile still in place.

Really?

word of it. That look–it was the same one she had the day she broke up with Denver. Was

you up

her up. “The floor’s freezing.”

he could help her stand, she suddenly gripped his

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be

to a halt.

own breath–the hammering in his

Had he misheard?

the one who’d been drinking.

hadn’t imagined

didn’t hear me?” Hadley jutted out her lip,

“Not a chance!”

her hand tightened. “Hadley, you can’t

hand behind

rough with satisfaction. “You said

didn’t move. She had said it, and he had heard

there still room for regret? Could she

regret it?

this road led nowhere, yet

her life. So really, how unbearable could being

each took what they wanted–it was

A fair trade.

arm,

open. His chest tightened, pulse thundering in his ears. With one

gaze burned into hers.

I

nothing else existed–just her, just this. Just the thought of

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