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

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Ernest walked into the room with graceful ease, Linda’s hand resting lightly in his arm. But the moment his eyes lifted toward the person waiting inside, his steps slowed.

His brows knitted together, his gaze narrowing slightly.

Her?

Linda’s reaction was far less composed. “You?”

Elissa straightened instinctively, hands clasped neatly in front of her, though there was a trace of nervousness in her posture. “Hello, Mr. Flynn. Hello, Miss Harris.”

To be honest, when she first submitted her design, it had been more of a hopeful gesture than a serious expectation.

She hadn’t actually thought she would be chosen. Yet, here she was. Standing before the couple right now. Elissa’s lips pressed together, the weight of past conflict settling over her. She had once offended Linda. And now she was here, presenting herself as the designer for her wedding dress.

Linda’s gaze lingered on Elissa, a flicker of unease in her expression. Why did it have to be her?

“What’s the matter?” Ernest’s voice broke through the tension, his sharp eyes flicking to Linda.

Ernest was fully aware of the history between the two women.

And truth be told, he didn’t particularly want to deal with Elissa either.

Without hesitation, he tightened his hold on Linda’s hand and spoke with quiet finality. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can always choose another designer.”

With those words, he shut Elissa out completely–before the conversation had even begun. The dismissal was blunt. Absolute.

Elissa’s smile faltered, the warmth in her expression cooling. She had expected this. It seemed her efforts had been for nothing after all.

She forced a small, humorless chuckle. “If Mr. Flynn insists, then I won’t overstay my welcome.”

With a quiet nod, she reached for her bag, ready to leave.

“Wait!” Linda hesitated for a beat, and then exhaled. “We’ve had our differences, but I don’t mix business with personal matters. I chose your design because I liked it, so let’s move forward professionally. Consider this a collaboration–let’s leave the past where it belongs. Is that alright?”

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“Of course-” A flicker of relief crossed Elissa’s face, her eyes brightening as she prepared to answer.

“Linda, please.”

Ernest’s voice cut in, cool and measured. “A wedding dress is an important thing. It’s not just about the design. -it requires countless discussions for details and fittings in the days that follow. You don’t have to work with. someone you’re not comfortable with. Don’t force yourself–there are plenty of talented designers out there.”

Elissa’s breath hitched.

hung between

was the one making a big deal out

pleased

at him. “I know you’re just looking out for me, but I really like her design. It’s fine…

of hesitation. “I just don’t want anything ruining your mood. A wedding should be a happy occasion.”

husband who spoils me this much, how could I

“As long as you

Ernest could only sigh in defeat, “You really like her

to relent. “We’ll do as

the

tiptoes, Linda placed a quick kiss on his cheek,

gaze, feeling more

doted on Linda. All she had to do was bat her lashes, pout a little, and he would bend to her

matter what Linda wanted, he’d make

“Elissa!”

at the sound of her name.

just let me know.” Linda chuckled, amused. “I didn’t realize you had such a sense of humor.” Then, with a graceful nod, she added, “Let’s put the past behind us. I’ll trust

Elissa’s smile stretched so wide, it nearly reached her ears. “Miss Harris, you’re truly generous! I’ll do everything I can to make sure

forward to seeing

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slightly. Who would’ve thought Elissa had this side to

it nicely, she was

was a bit of a sycophant.

maybe that was exactly why she had managed to

at

her old bedroom alone. As she stepped inside, she noticed something–Eric’s coat

he felt warm, absentmindedly passing it off without a

bed, intending to return it

she moved, something small pressed against her palm.

Huh?

pocket, and she pulled out

Sleek. Elegant. Expensive–looking.

A necklace? A bracelet? Had Eric… secretly

kind of peace offering for dragging her along

the better of

flipped open the lid–only to be met with… A pair of Minnie Mouse hair

stared. Why would he get her hair

hair, studying her reflection in the mirror. “Does this even suit

confident–not exactly the delicate, cutesy type. Hair clips like

Hadley placed them back into the box, closed the lid, and slipped it

jewelry–most of which she had never even worn.