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?

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

always had someone, haven’t you?”

“Hadley!”

a whip. The teasing died on her lips. His

frustrated.

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

friends. And whatever is between us

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

motion, he scooped her into his arms, holding her close. “The

after a soak.”

as he lifted her off the bed.

mean by that? Not disliking her?

about his feelings? 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 hand

her clothes.

She pressed a shaky hand against his chest, brows drawn together tightly. “Let me do it myself.”

pointedly toward her bandaged hand. “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

by an urgency to keep her warm. Soon,

sharp breath, a

was his fault in

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

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

heavy ache pressed against his chest.

to

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his voice was raw with guilt, each word weighed down by

need Ernest to step in–he’d

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

take care of you.”

warily but didn’t resist. Some battles simply weren’t worth fighting.

always taken care of her in this gentle,

it peculiar, almost unsettling, but soon

just Eric Flynn’s unique way of showing affection.

wonder–how many other women had experienced this tenderness from

peacefully, Eric lifted her effortlessly, wrapped her warmly in a soft towel, and carried her back

meticulously dried her hair before finally reaching

slightly. “I

something you need to swallow,” Eric said calmly, assuming her

stubbornness.

fluids and rest would suffice for now

accept that, but this ointment

He held her wrist softly, gently

for the bruises. Didn’t you just

hesitated. Would her continued refusal stir his suspicion?

bit thirsty. Could you bring me some warm

course,” Eric answered immediately. “I’ll get it after

going to get

her patience

with a

dry, swallowing becoming a difficult task.

he refuse her anything?