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

head and pointed toward the front door. “That way.”

a low chuckle. “Brilliant. Come on. I’ll take

“Oh.”

he guided

moment they stepped into her room, she slipped free from

“Hadley?”

if she was sick. He didn’t step in and

Still

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

Not even a

pulse quickening. “If you don’t answer, I’m

His jaw tightened.

he shoved the door open–only to find her sitting

side, kneeling. “What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?”

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

no warmth in it. Eric’s stomach sank.

does it hurt?”

shook her head, that unreadable smile still in place.

Really?

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

get you up

grabbed her arm, pulling her up. “The

help her stand, she suddenly gripped his arm

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be together.”

to a

breath–the hammering in

Had he misheard?

was sober. She was the one who’d been drinking.

hadn’t

me?” Hadley jutted out her lip, her tone almost

“Not a chance!”

her hand tightened. “Hadley, you can’t take

hand behind her head and pulled her into

rough with satisfaction. “You said it.

it, and he

still room for regret? Could she

regret it?

road led nowhere, yet she

Joy, she would have given up everything–even her life. So really, how unbearable could

each took what they

A fair trade.

arm, her

chest tightened, pulse thundering in his ears. With one arm wrapped around her, he gently

gaze burned

I kiss you?”

this.

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