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

head snapped up as the door swung open–it was Hadley! She hadn’t

approach. He bit down on his tongue. Pain shot through him.

indeed

murmured as she drew nearer, her sigh soft in the quiet room.

hand, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows as she said gently,

stomach. It’s late, have you eaten? I’ve made some pasta. Would you like

he swallowed the lump

Instead, she had

resolute. “I actually don’t like

speechless, her frustration

prepared everything myself–it’s not like the ones at restaurants. Why not try

merely raised an eyebrow,

him toward the door. “I bet you’ll

Hadley guided him to the staircase.

of pasta were neatly arranged–one noticeably larger than the

smaller portion awaited her.

haven’t had

slight shook

“Tsk.”

of his tongue,

meal?”

sarcastic joke, “Was your housemate too stingy to offer you

there to eat,” she replied

Hadley then scooped up some broth and brought it towards his lips, coaxing, “Try the soup first.

the spoon at his lips warily, pausing momentarily

face lit up with a gentle smile, her eyes

throat

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of the pasta

she twirled a forkful of pasta. “I’ve really outdone myself with this pasta.”

his mouth to accept the

eyes twinkling

Eric nodded, impressed by the pasta’s perfect

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

from the privileged circles of the Flynn family,

had honed her culinary skills. Yet,

well, Eric said. “She taught you valuable

gesturing towards her plate. “Let me handle this. You eat too. It’s not as good when it

“Alright.”

a quiet spell as they both

he maintained his usual elegant demeanor throughout. “Done eating?”

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

concern. “Was that enough for you?”

she had prepared; there wasn’t any more

something else

paused, fork in hand, prepared to rise from

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