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

Chapter 161

Chapter 161 Just A Fair

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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.

before she tipped over, smirking. “Miss Pearson, are you sure you can still find your

head and pointed toward the front door. “That

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

“Oh.”

resist as he guided her upstairs.

free from his grip and disappeared into

“Hadley?”

unsure if she was sick. He

passed. Still

tightened. He rapped his knuckles against the door. “Hadley, you good in there?”

a

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

nothing. His

find her sitting on the floor, slumped against the

He rushed to her side, kneeling. “What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?”

his gaze. Then, out of

no warmth in it. Eric’s stomach sank.

does it

that unreadable smile

Really?

same one she had

you up

pulling her up. “The floor’s

gripped his arm

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should be

screeched to a halt.

of his own breath–the hammering in his chest–Eric might’ve thought he imagined it. “Say that again.”

Had he misheard?

was sober. She was the one who’d

hadn’t

lip, her tone almost teasing. “Then forget it…”

“Not a chance!”

grip on her hand tightened. “Hadley, you can’t take it back. I

behind her head and pulled her into his

“You said it. That means

move. She had said it, and he had heard

for regret? Could she

regret it?

road led nowhere, yet

her life. So really, how unbearable could being with Eric

what they

A fair trade.

his arm, her touch feather–light.

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

gaze burned into

I kiss

else existed–just her, just this. Just the thought

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