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?

his chest. “You might not have a real girlfriend–

you’ve always had

“Hadley!”

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

frustrated.

firm. “So listen carefully–this is the

And whatever is between us now?

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

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

after a soak.”

hitched as he lifted her off the

did he mean by

exactly was she supposed to realize?

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

her clothes.

brows drawn together tightly. “Let me

“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 keep you standing?”

the remaining fabric, driven by an urgency to keep her warm. Soon, her skin finally touched

in a sharp breath, a jolt of pain rippling through

own was his

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

saw them clearly. Those faint, painful reminders beneath the water’s surface–every mark, every

ache pressed against his chest.

echoed back to

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he spoke, his voice was raw with guilt, each word weighed down by remorse. “I’m sorry. This was my fault…

wouldn’t need Ernest to step in–he’d be unable

around her like the steam

care

but didn’t resist. Some battles simply weren’t

always taken care

but soon enough, it became

was just Eric Flynn’s unique

other women had experienced this tenderness from him?

peacefully, Eric lifted her effortlessly, wrapped her warmly in

her hair before finally

back slightly. “I told you, I don’t want any medicine.”

swallow,” Eric said calmly, assuming her resistance was just

stubbornness.

him that her fever wasn’t alarming; fluids and rest would suffice for now if

could accept that, but this ointment was non–negotiable.

it.” He held her wrist

the bruises. Didn’t you just flinch

Would her continued refusal stir his suspicion?

a bit thirsty. Could you bring

Eric answered immediately. “I’ll get

going to get it or

her

still looked unwell, her eyes glassy, her cheeks flushed with a

mouth turning dry, swallowing becoming a difficult task.

could he refuse