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

Chapter 183 His Way Of Showing Affection ·

The doctor’s next words confirmed exactly what Eric feared.

“Also, Mr. Flynn, for now, please try to avoid any… intimacy.”

Eric’s expression darkened. “Got it.” His voice came out gruff, clipped.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

Once the doctor was gone, Eric turned back to the bedroom. Without a word, he walked into the bathroom, ran

a warm bath, and then returned to the bed. Leaning down, he slipped an arm beneath Hadley.

The moment her body lifted slightly off the mattress, her eyes snapped open.

“What are you doing now?” she demanded. “You find me like this and you still can’t help but take advantage of

me?”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t hold back. “Go find someone else. I don’t want to see your face right now!”

What?

Eric’s mind stalled. Had he just heard that correctly?

A slow, heavy feeling curled in his chest, his breath coming sharper. Was she trying to get under his skin? What kind of girlfriend would say something like that to her boyfriend?

“Hadley, I know you’re mad at me.” His gaze locked onto hers, piercing, unreadable. “But you’re mine, just like I’m yours. I’m not the kind of man who strays–who looks elsewhere when things get hard. That’s not who I am.

No matter how upset you are, please don’t throw words like that at me.”

Hadley stared at Eric’s tense expression, his sharp features set in stone.

“Are you really that mad?”

Eric said nothing. Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted? To provoke him–to push him just far enough to see if he’d crack?

Hadley let out another soft chuckle, light and airy, as she looped her arms around his neck.

Her fingers traced absent patterns along his collar, her touch feather–light.

“Why so serious?” she murmured, tilting her head ever so slightly. “We’re together, sure, but you don’t like me. And I don’t like you either.”

The moment those words left her mouth, Eric felt a sharp, unseen force strike through his chest. She didn’t like me? Or was she still thinking about Denver?

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Hadley, blissfully unaware of the brief flicker of pain in his gaze, kept smiling “I mean, I’m a pretty open- minded person. These days, even marriages can be open. Spouses have their own thing, no expectations, no restrictions. Why should we be any different? Don’t take this so seriously. Mr. Flynn… don’t tell me you’ve actually been faithful to Linda all these years?

lightly down his chest. “You might not have a real girlfriend–

always had

“Hadley!”

cracked through the air like a whip. The teasing died on her lips.

frustrated.

firm. “So listen carefully–this is

And whatever is between us now? It has nothing

breath, then added, his voice softer now–almost hesitant. “And I don’t dislike you. Do you really not know how I feel about

arms, holding her close. “The bath is ready. You’ll

after a soak.”

as he lifted her off

mean by that? Not disliking her?

feelings? What exactly was she supposed to realize?

the quiet click of the bathroom door sealed them inside. Eric set her down carefully, his arm firmly steadying

her clothes.

brows drawn together tightly. “Let

toward her bandaged hand. “You mean with that hand wrapped like a mummy?” His gaze

faster, deftly removing the remaining fabric, driven by an urgency to keep her warm. Soon, her skin finally touched the warmth

a sharp breath, a jolt of pain rippling through her.

she couldn’t stand on her own was his fault in

scattered across her body- especially on her thighs, each a

reminders beneath the water’s

ache pressed

warning echoed back to

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spoke, his voice was raw with guilt, each word weighed down by remorse. “I’m sorry.

ever was a next time, Eric wouldn’t need Ernest to step in–he’d

wrapping around her like

take care of

eyed him warily but didn’t resist. Some battles simply weren’t

Eric had always taken care of her in this

but

Flynn’s unique

many other women had experienced this tenderness from him?

washing her hair and allowing her to soak peacefully, Eric lifted her effortlessly, wrapped her warmly in a soft

her hair before finally

back slightly. “I told

you need to swallow,” Eric said calmly, assuming her resistance was just a

stubbornness.

had reassured him that her fever wasn’t alarming; fluids and rest

that, but this ointment

You don’t ingest it.” He held her wrist softly,

for the bruises. Didn’t you just flinch from

her continued refusal

a bit thirsty. Could

“I’ll get

to get it or

sharply, her patience fraying.

her cheeks flushed with a lingering fever, causing Eric’s

mouth turning dry, swallowing

refuse