Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 218

Chapter 218 Let’s Get Married Right Away

Hadley froze, eyes widening in shock. Could it really have been Eric?

Elissa, just as stunned, stole a glance at Hadley before voicing the question that was stuck on her lips. “Are you sure, Alice?” she asked, her tone laced with skepticism. “Could you have mistaken him for someone else?”

“No, I’m totally sure,” Alice’s response was firm, unwavering. “A man that handsome? Trust me, he’s not the kind of face you forget.”

Elissa said nothing more, and Hadley sat in silence, her thoughts spinning.

A feeling stirred in her chest–Alice had to be right.

At that time, Eric had been in Blathe.

She remembered the injuries he carried back then. But she had never asked. Never cared enough to question them. Now, everything was starting to click into place.

After seeing Alice off at the airport, Hadley and Elissa returned to the dance studio.

As they walked through the halls, Elissa let out a deep sigh. “Mr. Flynn is really something. Does he just go around saving people without ever taking credit for it?”

Hadley exhaled slowly, shaking her head. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

Hadley and Eric had met as children given their grandmothers‘ friendship, and they also once spent years together under the same roof, yet she couldn’t say she truly knew him.

As a child, Eric had been quiet, reserved–distant. Perhaps it was because they hadn’t spent much time together back then.

By the time she was adopted into the Flynn family, he had changed a lot–short–tempered, unpredictable, a storm that could never quite be tamed.

Maybe that was just how people were. Layers upon layers, contradictions upon contradictions.

The Eric she had known was ruthless enough to exile her abroad for four years without hesitation, yet at the same time, he was also the man who had risked his own life to save her.

Hadley found herself wondering–if she told him the truth now… If she looked him in the eyes and finally said it—that she had been innocent. That she had never pushed Linda. That there was more to the story.

Would he believe her?

Could she trust him with the truth?

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That afternoon, Hadley’s phone buzzed with a message from Eric. “I’ll pick you up around 6:30. Dinner at the mansion with Grandma.”

“Okay,” she replied simply.

Since she would finish work before five, she took the opportunity to stop by her apartment first.

keep dealing with Eric, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t

difficult to care for. Spending time with her gave Hadley a rare sense of peace.

the dance studio, she was right on schedule. Exactly five minutes

reaching for her hand as soon as she approached. “Did I keep you

as they got into

pulled away, Hadley studied him for

as a kid. Quiet, reserved. Not at all

grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. His expression didn’t

light, but his smile was faint. “I don’t remember much

nodded, lost in

child, her visits to the Flynn Mansion had been rare, limited to the

always off in your own world–reading or just staring off into space. Even when I was around, you barely

at his lips. “That bad, huh? Sounds like I was a bit of a snob.”

playfully. “You’ve changed a

up. You can’t expect them to stay the same forever.” Then, glancing sideways at her, he added smoothly, “Haven’t you changed

for a moment.

changed. After everything she

not?

he had changed too. The man beside her wasn’t

“Eric…” Hadley hesitated.

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his tone casual

opened her mouth,

be impulsive. Not yet. She still

then there was Ernest. The situation between him and

then–the one that had sent her away for four

step back into

exhaled softly. “Just focus

Flynn Mansion was unusually lively.

discharged from the hospital, her leg injuries healing well enough that, as long

had brought Hadley along–something that made Nyla positively

so nice to have everyone together again,” she said warmly.

was pleasant enough, even lighthearted at

fruit toward the living room, where they could all enjoy a nice chat over coffee and fruit.

they could enter–A sharp voice rang through the air.

is the meaning of this?”

was Linda. Her voice was laced with grievance and barely restrained

immediately frowned. “What is it

a sideways glance. “Have they been arguing often?”

turning grim. “I don’t know what’s going on, but ever since Ernest

eldest grandson. “Linda is asking you a question. Please, say something.”

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