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

face, and he clenched his jaw, snapping into the phone, “You had one job–watching a toddler and

still hadn’t worked

Quentin remained silent, taking in the

to regain his composure. It wasn’t

been hired, rotating shifts specifically to keep close tabs on the three–year–old.

the window. It was two in

nanny tucked him in,

checked on him a few hours later, the bed was empty!

she had rushed straight to Quentin to report

out of the house and wandering into

the phone tightly, shadows deepening across his

added carefully, “I’ve already informed the police, and

area now.”

that could be done

updates had

grasped the seriousness of the situation and knew he had to inform Ernest

where you are.”

outside the front gate.”

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

said with a brief nod. “Stay put. I’ll join you

hurriedly dressed and made

as he stepped into the hallway, Linda appeared unexpectedly

flicker of worry crossing his

years together had taught Linda exactly how to read him.

with a steady, penetrating gaze, she asked calmly, “What’s so urgent that you need to rush

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in a vague tone, “Quentin called, says he needs me

exactly?” Linda’s skepticism was obvious

Ernest faltered briefly.

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

the

kid no dear reason to leave so suddenly in the middle of the

Linda sensed something far more

the months, seemed on the brink of validation.

“Linda.”

but he

forever hadn’t been realistic. Eventually, the child would return to their home, and Lindie deserved to

things didn’t go as planned.

had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to speak with

had left him with little choice but

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