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?

trailing lightly down his chest. “You might not have a

always had someone, haven’t

“Hadley!”

whip. The teasing died

frustrated.

voice firm. “So listen carefully–this is

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

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

scooped her into his arms, holding her close. “The bath is

after a soak.”

he lifted her off the

by that? Not

What exactly

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

her clothes.

his chest, brows drawn together tightly.

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

faster, deftly removing the remaining fabric, driven by an urgency to

sucked in a sharp breath, a

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

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

saw them clearly. Those faint, painful reminders beneath the

heavy ache pressed against his

doctor’s quiet warning echoed back to

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with guilt, each word weighed down by remorse. “I’m sorry. This was

Ernest to step in–he’d be unable to forgive

wrapping around her like the steam filling

care of you.”

but didn’t resist.

had always

it peculiar, almost unsettling, but soon enough, it

just Eric Flynn’s

many other women had experienced this tenderness

peacefully, Eric lifted her effortlessly, wrapped her warmly in a soft

hair before finally reaching for the ointment.

“I told you, I don’t want

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

stubbornness.

fever wasn’t alarming; fluids and rest would suffice for now

but this ointment

ingest it.” He held

bruises. Didn’t you

her continued refusal

I’m feeling a bit thirsty. Could you bring

answered immediately. “I’ll get it after applying

going to get

sharply, her

eyes glassy, her cheeks flushed with a lingering fever,

pulse quickened, mouth turning dry, swallowing becoming a difficult

he refuse her anything?