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

Chapter 182

Chapter 182 This Is The First And Last Time

Ernest sighed, his voice calm but resolute, “Eric’s been out of control lately. Let me talk to him for you.” His sharp gaze met Hadley’s. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Hadley hesitated, but seeing as Ernest had spoken. How could she refuse?

Besides… she couldn’t afford to completely sever ties with Eric just yet–not before she conceived.

Upon turning to Eric, Ernest’s expression hardened. “Eric,” he said firmly, his brows furrowing. “This is the first and last time. Listen carefully–if you make Hadley cry again, I won’t wait for her to come to me. I will step in. And I will make sure to separate you two.” His voice dropped slightly. “Even if Grandma tries to intervene–it won’t change a thing.”

“Emest!”

Eric’s entire body stiffened.

He knew his brother well. Ernest might seem gentle, but when he made a decision—he never wavered. If he

said he’d do something he meant it.

Eric lowered his head, his voice solemn, sincere. “It won’t happen again, Ernest. I promise.”

Ernest studied him for a long moment. Then he gave a slow, measured nod. “Good.”

Without another word, he turned his wheelchair, his decision final.

“Quentin, let’s go.*

Quentin responded immediately. “Yes, sir.”

“Hadley?” Eric’s voice was softer now, tentative, as he reached for her hand. Lifting it gently, he pressed it to

his lips. “Come back with me,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “How can you possibly live like

this?”

Hadley felt something inside her unravel

Exhaustion, thick and overwhelming, settled deep in her bones. She was already fighting injuries, illness–and now, frustration coiled around her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs. Her limbs felt heavy. Her breath

came shallow.

She closed her eyes, too drained to fight. Too weary to resist.

Right now she simply wouldn’t succeed pushing him away. Besides, any second now, Joy would return. And if Eric saw her, everything would fall apart.

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Eric didn’t hesitate. He bent down, his arms slipping beneath her, effortlessly lifting her against him.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

The moment they stepped outside the building, snow whirled around them in silent waves.

Let me go!”

air. She thrashed against his

his voice

he didn’t let go. His hands remained firm, anchoring her, holding her close.

unevenly. But her gaze? It wasn’t on him.

of sight. And then he saw him. A short distance away, standing in

more pronounced from the strain of the past

okay?”

quivering. Tears welled up, threatening to spill. She knew exactly what he

her throat, she forced her own lips to move. “I’m fine. Go. Forget me.”

just like that, she turned away.

but she couldn’t keep looking at him because every

curled around his arm, her

voice steady despite the

“I’m so cold.”

coat, draping it over her even though she was already wrapped

her close, his

fanning over her forehead. “Once we’re in the car, you’ll

cold as he guided her to his car.

there, motionless, watching Hadley disappear into the distance. He knew what she meant. Hadley had said she was fine. Should

way Eric wrapped her in warmth, the way he treated her

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himself he should be

snow beneath his feet. A

sat in silence, holding

look Hadley had given Denver. She had never looked at

that.

let go of Denver.

traffic

the car

the car, Ernest glanced out the window–his gaze catching on a familiar figure. Elissa was rushing toward the bus, weaving through the crowded stop. But just as she reached the doors, a surge of passengers shoved past her and in the blink of an eye, the bus pulled away, leaving her

second passed. Then

exhaled sharply. “Quentin, drive over

“Yes, sir.”

Elissa’s side and rolled down the window. “Miss Holland, please get in. Mr. Flynn would like to give you a

she shook her head. “Please tell him I appreciate it, but no thanks!”

deliver invitations,” he deadpanned, gesturing to the

Did that mean she

steering

is a bus lane–we can’t exactly park here. Mr. Flynn is being nice. Do you want him

twisted logic was that? Yet–for some reason,

breath, Elissa climbed into the

pulled away, unease

a word spoken,

Elissa swallowed.

of sweat formed on

through the tension, his gaze

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