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?

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

had someone,

“Hadley!”

air like a whip. The teasing died on her lips. His stare bore into

frustrated.

things don’t need repeating,” Eric said, his voice firm. “So listen carefully–this is the

and I were never more than friends. And whatever is between us now? It has nothing to

added, his voice softer now–almost hesitant. “And I don’t dislike

his arms, holding her close. “The bath is

after a soak.”

as he lifted

mean by

feelings? What exactly

sealed them inside. Eric set her down carefully, his arm firmly steadying her, while his

her clothes.

his chest, brows drawn together tightly.

gaze dropped lower, noting how

driven by an urgency to keep her

a jolt of

on her own was his

across her body- especially on her thighs, each a painful reminder of the night

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

ache pressed

doctor’s quiet warning echoed back to

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word weighed down by remorse. “I’m sorry. This was my fault… I promise it

time, Eric wouldn’t need Ernest to step in–he’d be unable to forgive

eyes,” he murmured gently, his voice wrapping around her like the steam filling the room. “Lean

care of

warily but didn’t resist.

that first night at Silver Villas, Eric had always

it peculiar, almost unsettling, but soon enough, it became

Eric Flynn’s unique

other women had experienced

her effortlessly,

meticulously dried her hair before finally reaching for

suspiciously, pulling back slightly. “I told you, I don’t want

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

stubbornness.

alarming; fluids and rest would suffice for

but

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

bruises. Didn’t you just flinch from the

Would her continued

thirsty. Could

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

going to get it or not?”

interrupted sharply, her patience

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

dry, swallowing becoming a difficult

could he refuse her anything?