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

his jaw, snapping into the phone,

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

end, Quentin remained silent, taking in the scolding.

deeply, attempting to regain his composure. It wasn’t entirely Quentin’s fault;

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

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

tucked him in, and everything appeared perfectly

him a few hours later,

had rushed straight to Quentin to report it right away.

showed the toddler quietly slipping out of the house and wandering

gripping the phone tightly, shadows deepening

informed the police, and our security

area now.”

be

no updates had

of the situation and knew he had to inform Ernest right

me exactly where

outside the front gate.”

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

understand,” Ernest said with a brief nod. “Stay put.

call, Ernest hurriedly dressed and

stepped into the hallway,

Ernest halted abruptly, a flicker

together had taught Linda exactly

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

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in a vague

you for what, exactly?” Linda’s skepticism

faltered

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

his regular work in the family

managing household responsibilities, Finest kid no

sensed something

simmering quietly over the months, seemed on

“Linda.”

gaze flickered uneasily, but he knew the moment had

Eventually, the child would return to their home, and Lindie deserved

didn’t go as planned.

speak with Linda, yet unforeseen developments hat compelled him to act

the ideal moment, the situation had left him with little choice but to proceed

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