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.

me down! Let me go!”

She thrashed against his hold,

asked, his voice low, edged

go. His hands remained firm, anchoring her, holding her

But her gaze? It wasn’t on him.

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

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

you okay?” he mouthed.

up, threatening to spill.

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

like that,

couldn’t keep looking at him because every extra second her eyes lingered on him–would only hurt him

fingers curled around his arm, her grip

Eric said quickly, his voice steady despite the

“I’m so cold.”

Eric reacted instantly. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat, draping it

close, his warmth pressing into her.

more steps,” he murmured, his breath fanning over her forehead. “Once we’re in the car, you’ll

to his car. Engines roared

the distance. He knew what she

Eric wrapped her in warmth, the way he treated her with such care–It had

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he should

to the snow beneath his feet. A whisper of defeat

in silence, holding Hadley

look Hadley had given Denver. She had never looked at him like

that.

She still hadn’t let go

traffic to a

an intersection, the car rolled to a stop.

weaving through the crowded stop. But just as she reached the doors, a surge

second passed. Then

“Quentin,

“Yes, sir.”

down the window. “Miss Holland, please get in. Mr. Flynn would like to give you a ride.”

froze. Then, quickly, she shook her head. “Please tell

invitations,” he deadpanned, gesturing to

that… a demand? Did that

steering wheel

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

kind of twisted logic was that? Yet–for some reason,

Elissa

car pulled away, unease crept over

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

Elissa swallowed.

sheen of sweat formed on her back. What was she supposed to

Ernest’s voice cut through the tension, his gaze shifting toward

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