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

Chapter 252:

What?

Hadley was taken aback. What was he thinking?

How could he listen to her accusations and still offer her food?

“I won’t eat that.”

She turned her head away, setting her terms. “Not unless you allow me to return to Galant and continue my dance career.”

Eric’s hand stilled. So this was what it was all about in the end. He put the bread down and got straight to the point. “You’re not going back to Galant. It’s out of the question.”

“Why not?” Hadley tensed up. “Dancing is my job!”

“What sort of pathetic career do you call that?” Eric couldn’t care less. He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “You don’t need that job. Or are you suggesting that I can’t provide for you?”

not ready to give her

managed to say, “I’m aware of your influence, yet I’ll never consent to this

challenged her, holding her gaze with

tense silence fell between them, both standing

Eric nodded slowly. “I see

overheard her conversation with Nyla on the terrace, and he knew winning her back wouldn’t be

it was right that it

knew it wouldn’t be simple

determined to win

on, have some more. Two bites aren’t enough.” He

live now on

her head and reached for her glass of milk, drinking it in large,

lifting an eyebrow, he couldn’t help but

meal, they left

was at the wheel, driving Hadley to her apartment on West 12th

to let her go back to that sorry excuse of an apartment. Bringing her to live with him immediately, however, especially right after severing