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.

down! Let me go!”

the air. She

voice low, edged

to the ground–but he didn’t let go. His hands remained firm, anchoring her, holding her close.

breathing unevenly. But her gaze? It wasn’t

saw him. A short distance

sat with its door wide open. Denver’s posture was rigid, his limp more pronounced from the strain of the past few days. But his eyes weren’t on Eric. They were locked onto Hadley.

are you okay?” he mouthed.

welled up, threatening to spill. She knew exactly what

forced her

that, she turned

if Denver understood, but she couldn’t keep looking at him because every extra second her eyes lingered on him–would only hurt him more.

around his arm,

quickly, his voice

“I’m so cold.”

Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat, draping it over her even though she was already wrapped in a

pulled her close, his warmth pressing into her.

fanning over her forehead. “Once we’re in the

his car.

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

way he treated her with such care–It had

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himself he should be happy for

the snow beneath his feet. A

car, Eric sat in silence,

had given Denver. She had never looked at him like

that.

let go of

slowed traffic to a crawl.

an intersection, the car rolled

the bus, weaving through the crowded stop. But just

second passed.

“Quentin, drive

“Yes, sir.”

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

froze. Then, quickly, she shook her head. “Please tell him I appreciate it, but no

“I’m not your messenger, and I don’t deliver invitations,” he deadpanned, gesturing to

Did that mean she actually didn’t have

the steering wheel

can’t exactly park here. Mr. Flynn is being nice. Do

that? Yet–for some reason, it

breath, Elissa climbed into the

away, unease crept

silent, unreadable. Not a word spoken, yet his presence

Elissa swallowed.

throat, dry from nerves, while a thin sheen of sweat formed

to?” Ernest’s voice cut through the

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