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

voice low,

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

leaned against him, breathing unevenly. But her

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

Denver’s posture was rigid, his limp more pronounced

you okay?” he

threatening to spill. She knew

the lump in her throat, she forced her own lips

like that, she turned away.

didn’t know if Denver understood, but she couldn’t keep looking at him because every extra second

fingers curled around his arm, her grip faint but urgent.

quickly, his voice steady

“I’m so cold.”

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

close, his

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

her, shielding her from the cold as he guided her to his car. Engines roared to life. One by one, the cars pulled

Hadley disappear into the distance. He knew what she meant. Hadley

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

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told himself he should be

traces of her car vanished from view, his gaze dropped to the snow beneath his feet. A whisper of defeat left his lips, “But

in silence, holding

Hadley had given Denver. She had

that.

still hadn’t let go

traffic to

an intersection, the car rolled to

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,

passed. Then another.

“Quentin, drive

“Yes, sir.”

maneuvered the car toward Elissa’s side and rolled down the window. “Miss Holland,

head. “Please tell him I appreciate it, but no

not your messenger, and I don’t deliver invitations,” he deadpanned, gesturing to the backseat. “If you want to thank him, say it

Was that… a demand? Did that mean she actually didn’t

steering wheel impatiently.

Flynn is being nice. Do you want him to get a

twisted logic was that? Yet–for some reason, it worked.

under her breath, Elissa climbed into the

the car pulled away, unease crept over

Not a word spoken,

Elissa swallowed.

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

the tension, his gaze shifting toward her.

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