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?

down his chest. “You might not have a real

had

“Hadley!”

a whip. The teasing died

frustrated.

repeating,” Eric said, his voice firm. “So listen

friends. And whatever is between us now? It has nothing to do

“And I don’t dislike you. Do you really

arms, holding her

after a soak.”

as he lifted her off the bed.

by that? Not

feelings? What exactly

inside. Eric set her down carefully, his arm firmly steadying her, while his free hand moved

her clothes.

She pressed a shaky hand against his chest, brows drawn together tightly. “Let

flickering pointedly toward her bandaged hand. “You mean with that hand wrapped like a mummy?” His gaze dropped lower, noting how her legs

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

in a sharp breath, a jolt of

that she couldn’t stand on her own was his fault in the first place, wasn’t it?

deep, tender bruises scattered across her body- especially on her thighs, each a

clearly. Those faint, painful reminders beneath the water’s surface–every mark, every bruise- his

pressed against his chest.

warning echoed back to him now, louder

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raw with guilt, each word weighed down by remorse. “I’m sorry. This was my fault… I promise it

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

wrapping around her like the steam filling the room. “Lean

care of

eyed him warily but didn’t resist. Some

Villas, Eric had always taken care of her in this gentle, attentive

Hadley found it peculiar, almost unsettling, but soon

was just Eric Flynn’s unique way of

she couldn’t help but wonder–how many other

effortlessly, wrapped her warmly in

her hair before finally reaching for

back slightly. “I told you, I don’t

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

stubbornness.

had reassured him that her fever wasn’t alarming; fluids and rest would suffice for now if she was strongly against

that, but this ointment was

don’t ingest it.” He held

bruises. Didn’t you just flinch from

continued refusal stir

bit thirsty. Could you bring me some

Eric answered immediately. “I’ll get it after applying the ointment—”

to get

sharply, her patience fraying.

with a lingering

pulse quickened, mouth turning dry, swallowing becoming a

he refuse her anything?