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

Chapter 243

Chapter 243 You’re Falling

In Love But Don’t Even…

“Hadley!”

Eric’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and unyielding His expression darkened, the muscle in his jaw tightening as he stared her down. His lips pressed into a hard line, every inch of him radiating frustration.

“Why so tense?” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Am I wrong?” Her gaze locked onto his, unwavering. “You

got hurt protecting the person you care about–shouldn’t she be the one here, feeling concerned?”

“Enough,” Eric snapped, his voice edged with warning “Stop bringing her up every chance you get.”

His cold stare bore into her, his patience wearing thin. “How many times do I have to tell you? There’s nothing

between Linda and me. Last night wasn’t about her–it was about my brother-”

“Oh, please!” Hadley let out a soft chuckle, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Could it be, that you’re falling in

love but don’t even realize it, Mr. Flynn?”

“Hadley…”

Knock! Knock! The sharp tension between them was broken by a gentle rapping on the door.

A nurse entered, pushing a treatment cart, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere. “Mr. Flynn, it’s time for your afternoon infusion.”

Eric didn’t look away from Hadley, his expression still stormy, as if their conversation had merely been paused.

rather than ended.

“Please proceed.” Hadley stepped back, giving space, but not before casting Eric one last glance. “Thank you for your hard work.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Pearson.” The nurse offered a kind smile as she leaned down, expertly adjusting the IV

line with practiced precision.

“That should do it,” she said, straightening up. “If you need anything, just press the call button or reach out to

the nurse’s station.”

“Alright, thank you.”

With a polite nod, the nurse gathered her things and slipped out of the room, leaving behind a stillness that

felt heavier than before.

Hadley didn’t seem interested in revisiting their earlier conversation. Instead, she pulled a chair closer and sank into it, her gaze drifting lazily to the IV bag. “This is going to take at least an hour and a half, isn’t it?” she murmured, a yawn slipping out before she could stifle it. “Ahh…”

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force of it made her eyes water, and she quickly wiped

still watching her, felt the lingering tension between them begin to ease. “Are you

asked, his tone softer now.

nodded, yawning

three hours of sleep,” she muttered, stretching her arms sluggishly. “Then I had to go straight to the dance troupe first thing

she was still in a cozy chair for more than a few minutes, exhaustion clung to her like a heavy fog,

glanced at his hospital bed. It was large–more than enough space for her to rest too. “Hadley,

finish, the door swung

time, it was

sharp, edged with irritation. Of all

hesitated at the doorway,

Eric’s

and quickly said, “Mr. Flynn, I was wondering if Hadley wanted to go back and bring some of your things

was a practical suggestion.

be in the hospital for a few days. While it was easy enough to buy anything he needed, personal items–his own clothes, a razor, his phone charger–were always more comfortable than whatever the hospital could

thought of that.

Hadley was Eric’s girlfriend, naturally, it was a task that

go grab them. I know exactly where to

a small nod.

to Phillips. “I’ll leave

and pack.”

“Sebastian’s waiting downstairs. He’ll drive you home.”

“Got it.”

but

halted her in her

eyes meeting his. His expression had

in his question made her pause. “Obviously. I am bringing your things–I have to return,

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don’t I?”

into a faint smile. “Be careful on the way.

“I will.”

a final wave,

behind her, Eric felt an unfamiliar unese settle in his chest an irrational ya Creeping in. What if she didn’t

into the car where Sebastian was already waiting

from the hospital, her gaze drifted to the passing scenery, for a fleeting moment, throug the window, she caught sight of Ernest and Linda

deep

the car moved on, the figures disappearing behind the grove

her posture rijd,

quiet, steady. He leaned on his cane, his other hand holding

handkerchief.

my fault. If you’re upset, take it out on me.”

shaking with frustration. She took a step

Her voice cracked slightly, but she pushed through it. “Where is

His brows knitted together as a familiar face flashed through his mind. For a long, heavy moment,

set, he met Linda’s eyes with unwavering

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