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

Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Kiss Me, Now

What could this possibly imply?

Hadley’s gaze lingered on Eric, trying to decipher if he was suggesting they break up.

A wave of panic washed over her. She said cautiously, “Eric…”

“Leave!”

There was a touch of sorrow in Eric’s eyes as he dismissed her with a tired gesture. “Go, quickly! Leave before I reconsider. Just go!”

Stunned, Hadley froze.

“Go!” Eric’s voice rose sharply, jolting Hadley. Her shoulders shook as she frowned, hesitated briefly, and then turned to leave.

Her footsteps echoed away, and the study door clicked shut behind her. Eric’s expression sharpened as he rose and made his way to the liquor cabinet.

The burn of the strong alcohol felt stark as he swallowed, pondering if anyone remembered what day it was.

It was his birthday–not the public figure Eric Flynn’s, but his, alone.

It seemed no one remembered anymore.

In earlier times, Linda would have stealthily presented him gifts and celebrated with him.

Those days had faded into silence…

Tonight, all he desired was to celebrate his birthday with someone special, but even that modest hope seemed out of reach.

And the very person he cared for, he had sent away.

Hadley was gone, wasn’t she?

It was bound to happen. After all, her staying had always felt forced.

The night was deep and dark outside. Could she possibly be safe?

Eric was filled with regret. Sending her away at such an hour was a mistake; he should have at least waited until morning.

He reached for his phone, intent on calling her.

Unlocking the screen, he hesitated and then shut it off.

Fear crept into his heart…

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Knock, knock.

the study

up as the door swung

her approach. He bit down on his tongue. Pain shot

indeed reality.

drew nearer, her sigh

reached for his hand, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows as

made some pasta. Would you like to join

darted to their entwined arms, and he swallowed

had prepared a meal for

were resolute. “I actually don’t like pasta.”

speechless, her frustration evident. Pleasing him seemed an impossible task.

“I prepared everything myself–it’s not like

an eyebrow,

her arm with his and pulling him toward the door. “I bet you’ll

as Hadley guided him to

table, two plates of pasta were neatly arranged–one noticeably larger than the

larger plate was set before him, while the smaller portion awaited

furrowed. “You haven’t

confirmed with a slight shook

“Tsk.”

his tongue,

meal?”

your housemate too stingy to offer you a

to eat,”

fork and spoon, Hadley then scooped up some broth and brought it towards his lips,

pausing momentarily before relenting and opening his mouth.

with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling

felt a tickle in his throat and

222 Kiss Me, Now

of the pasta

of pasta. “I’ve really outdone

hesitation, Eric opened his mouth

eyes twinkling with

by the pasta’s perfect

curiosity piqued, he asked, “Where did you pick up

Flynn family, Hadley had never needed to

her culinary skills. Yet, she replied cheerily, “Oh, my grandmother taught me

did well, Eric said. “She taught you

“Let me handle this. You eat too. It’s not as good when

“Alright.”

quiet spell as they both focused on their meals.

maintained his usual elegant demeanor

Eric confirmed, using a napkin to wipe his mouth before reclining slightly

furrowed in concern. “Was that enough for

prepared; there

I make something else

fork in hand, prepared to rise from her seat.

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