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 and alert.

across his face, and he clenched his jaw, snapping into the phone, “You had one job–watching a toddler and you couldn’t even

staying with Quentin, and Ernest still hadn’t worked up the

other end, Quentin remained silent, taking

It wasn’t entirely Quentin’s fault; he had responsibilities of

shifts specifically to

the window. It was two in the morning. How could

eight o’clock, the nanny tucked him in, and

checked on him a few hours later,

panic, she had rushed straight to

footage and alerted the guards. Disturbingly, the video showed the toddler quietly slipping out of the house and wandering into the night. According to the time logs, the child had already been missing

gripping the phone tightly, shadows

Flynn,” Quentin added carefully, “I’ve already informed the

area now.”

short, everything that could be done was already in motion.

updates had

the seriousness of the situation and knew he

where

the

to the Flynn estate after setting everything in motion, knowing that Ernest wouldn’t be able to stay idle in such

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

Ernest hurriedly dressed and made

as he stepped into the hallway, Linda

a flicker of worry crossing his

had taught Linda

“What’s so urgent

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in a vague tone, “Quentin called, says he

you for what, exactly?” Linda’s skepticism was

Ernest faltered

step closer, confronting him directly “Don’t avoid my question Look at me properly and tell me clearly: what’s urgent enough to drag you out of the house in the dead

returned to his regular work in the family company yet, still stuck in

kid no dear reason to

sensed something far more troubling beneath the surface

months, seemed on the brink

“Linda.”

flickered uneasily, but he knew the moment

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

didn’t go as

with Linda, yet unforeseen developments hat compelled

the situation had left

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