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

through the air. She thrashed against his hold, struggling fiercely.

voice low, edged

didn’t let go. His hands remained firm,

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

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

more pronounced from the strain of the past few days. But his eyes

are you okay?” he

parted, quivering. Tears welled up, threatening to spill. She knew

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

just like that,

because every extra second her eyes lingered on him–would only

curled around his arm, her grip faint

quickly, his voice steady

“I’m so cold.”

instantly. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat, draping it over her

his warmth pressing

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

car. Engines roared to life. One

stood there, motionless, watching Hadley disappear into the distance. He knew what she

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

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he should

beneath his feet. A whisper of defeat left his

in silence, holding

mind replayed the moment outside. That look Hadley had given Denver.

that.

She still hadn’t let go

slowed traffic to

intersection, the car

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

second passed. Then

exhaled sharply. “Quentin, drive

“Yes, sir.”

“Miss Holland, please get in. Mr. Flynn

“Please tell him I appreciate it,

brow. “I’m not your messenger, and I don’t deliver invitations,” he deadpanned, gesturing to the backseat. “If you

Elissa blinked. Was that… a demand? Did that mean

the steering wheel

exactly park here. Mr. Flynn

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

Elissa climbed into the car.

away,

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

Elissa swallowed.

touched her throat, dry from nerves, while a thin sheen of sweat formed on her back. What was

the tension,

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