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?

she continued, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest. “You might

always had someone,

“Hadley!”

a whip. The teasing died on her lips. His stare bore into her, heated,

frustrated.

don’t need repeating,” Eric said, his voice firm. “So listen carefully–this is the last time I’ll say

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

I don’t dislike you. Do you really not know how I

holding her close. “The bath is ready.

after a soak.”

lifted her off

mean by

What exactly was she

she could gather her thoughts, the quiet click of the bathroom door sealed them inside. Eric set her down carefully, his arm firmly steadying her, while his free

her clothes.

brows drawn together tightly. “Let me do

“You mean with that hand wrapped like a mummy?” His gaze dropped lower, noting how her legs trembled beneath her own weight. “Or those legs that can barely

remaining fabric, driven by an urgency to keep

a sharp breath, a jolt

was his fault in

legs unsteady–it was the deep, tender bruises scattered across her body- especially on her thighs, each a painful reminder of the night

painful reminders beneath the water’s surface–every mark, every

ache pressed

echoed back to

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spoke, his voice was raw with guilt, each word weighed down by remorse. “I’m sorry. This was my fault… I promise it won’t happen

was a next time, Eric wouldn’t need Ernest to step

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

care

didn’t resist. Some

that first night at Silver Villas, Eric had always taken care of her in this gentle, attentive way.

unsettling, but soon enough, it became

Flynn’s unique

other women had experienced this

and allowing her to soak peacefully, Eric lifted her effortlessly, wrapped her warmly

meticulously dried her hair before

suspiciously, pulling back slightly. “I

isn’t something you need to swallow,” Eric said calmly, assuming her resistance was just a childish

stubbornness.

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

but

it.” He held her wrist softly, gently

bruises. Didn’t you

Would her continued refusal stir

thirsty. Could you bring me some warm milk?”

Eric answered immediately. “I’ll get it after

you going to get

sharply, her patience

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

turning dry, swallowing becoming a

refuse