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

Chapter 165 I’ll Treat You

Right

“Whoa!”

Eric barely dodged her kick, missing a painful hit by inches. Moving fast, he caught Hadley’s ankle in his palm.

He let out a breathless chuckle. “Come on, get up. Did you forget we came here for the sunrise?”

“Nope. Not happening.”

Hadley stayed put, lazily waving a hand without opening her eyes. “I don’t feel like seeing it.”

Eric stared at her, baffled. Seriously?

If she skipped the sunrise, she’d never let him hear the end of it later.

He scooped Hadley up, blanket and all, and carried her onto the deck, settling her onto a lounge chair with careful ease.

With all the movement, sleep was officially off the table.

She yawned, one after another, her eyes watering from the stretch.

“That tired, huh?” Eric sat beside her, tugging the blanket snug around her shoulders.

The sea breeze had a sharp bite, and he wasn’t about to let her freeze.

“Yeah.” She nodded, still not seeing the hype around waking up at the crack of dawn.

“Just wait a second.”

Eric got up and disappeared into the cabin.

When he returned, he held something out to her. “Here.”

“What is it?” Hadley took it, eyeing the object in her hands–a warm, steamed corn on the cob.

“Go on, eat.” Eric grinned. “I promise it won’t make you gain weight.”

Then, he pressed a paper cup against her cheek. “And here’s some hot black coffee–great for burning calories and fighting puffiness.”

Hadley froze.

She stared at him like he was a stranger.

This side of him felt unfamiliar–almost unreal, like she’d stepped into a dream.

No.

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Hadley gave a small shake of her head. Even in her dreams, he had never treated her like this.

“What?”

rubbed his face, looking a little self–conscious. “Do I have something on my

quiet laugh slipping out.

“Touched?”

tucking a stray strand of

a jerk before. But from now on, I’ll

words hit

Hadley blinked, dazed,

eyes wide with excitement. “Look!

golden light stretched outward, painting the world in warmth. The sun, bold and

like that, Hadley

in her eyes, catching on tiny

“It’s beautiful, right?”

at the sunrise, lost in its glow–while Eric only looked at her.

in that moment, she finally understood the quiet romance of watching

knew you’d

she turned to the person

what he was like when he let someone in.

carefully–waking up early just

was something she had never experienced when she was his wife. But today, she finally

into the warm

her back to the entrance of Mayfield Road. “Get some

“Okay.”

car disappeared down the street. But instead of heading inside, she pulled out her phone, booked a ride, and made

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“Dr. Torres.”

attending

Hadley pulled out a small vial and handed it

“Alright. Leave it

with Mathias and Colleen pulling strings, he didn’t have much of a

ASAP,” Hadley urged, her voice steady but pleading.

to stress.”

it to the lab right away and

Dr. Torres,” Hadley said, her

got the results that same evening–just after her

from him, an electronic report attached. The medical jargon blurred together, but Colden had already summed it

gripping her phone so

had partly expected this.

once. But

eyes shut, forcing herself to breathe until the ache in her chest dulled and the burn of unshed tears faded. Only when she was sure she had a grip on herself did she finally

was only one choice

a risk, a dangerous bet, but she

to waste time.

dawn, she made her way to the

her, already assuming why she was

much do you want this

not why

her head, sitting straighter, tension tightening

breath. “Dr. Perkins,

finally looking up.