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

Chapter 238

Chapter 238 The Worst Timing

Eric stood watching Hadley intently, a quiet hopefulness glimmering behind his eyes, clearly waiting for her

response.

A slight discomfort crept through Hadley, and she fidgeted nervously in his hold, skirting around his question.

“Why don’t you try the pear first? It’ll get too cold if you keep waiting. Let me get you a spoon.”

Was Hadley avoiding him?

Yet Eric noticed immediately, clearly sensing the unease hiding beneath her evasion.

Still, she hadn’t openly turned him down.

Holding her closer, he stubbornly refused to loosen his grip. “You’re being evasive again. Is admitting you like

me really such a big deal?”

He bent toward her, stealing a gentle kiss. “Forget the spoon. I’ll grab one myself. You took the time to cook

this, and I intend to enjoy every bite.”

Finally letting go, he headed toward the cupboard.

As Hadley watched him go, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over her.

For a fleeting second, uncertainty tugged at her resolve.

She quietly wondered if things might actually work out, if Eric might keep caring about Joy, if maybe this could

be their chance.

Yet as soon as the thought came, her vision wavered, and her heartbeat quickened uncomfortably.

Reaching for support, Hadley leaned against the kitchen island, waiting anxiously until the spinning sensation

and rapid pulse faded away.

At Flynn Mansion.

Hours past midnight.

The harsh ring of Ernest’s phone woke him from sleep. Quentin’s name flashed urgently on the screen.

He answered quickly. “What is it?”

“Mr. Flynn!” Quentin’s usually steady voice cracked with anxiety. “The boy’s missing!”

Missing?

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himself upright, his mind suddenly sharp

phone, “You had one job–watching a toddler

with Quentin, and Ernest still hadn’t worked up the courage to explain the boy’s existence

the other end, Quentin remained

his composure. It wasn’t entirely

had been hired, rotating shifts specifically to keep close tabs on the

window. It was two in the morning. How could a three–year–old just vanish?

“Around eight o’clock, the nanny tucked him in, and everything appeared perfectly

when she checked on him a few hours later, the bed

she had rushed straight to Quentin to report

video showed the toddler quietly slipping out of the house

gripping the phone tightly, shadows

the police,

area now.”

everything that could be done was already in

no updates had surfaced.

and knew he had to inform

where

just outside the

instinctively headed straight to the Flynn estate after setting everything in motion, knowing that Ernest wouldn’t be

Ernest said with a brief nod. “Stay put.

and

he stepped into the hallway, Linda appeared unexpectedly before

halted abruptly, a flicker of worry

together had taught Linda exactly how to

him with a steady, penetrating gaze, she asked calmly, “What’s so urgent that you need to rush out at this hour?”

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Chapter 238 The

in a vague tone, “Quentin called,

what, exactly?” Linda’s skepticism was obvious

Ernest faltered

question Look at me properly and tell me clearly: what’s urgent enough to drag

work in the

managing household responsibilities, Finest kid no dear reason to leave so suddenly in the middle

different, and Linda sensed something far more

over the months, seemed on the

“Linda.”

he

hadn’t been realistic. Eventually, the child would return to their home,

things didn’t go as planned.

waiting for the perfect opportunity to speak with Linda, yet unforeseen developments hat compelled him to

might not be the ideal moment, the situation had

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