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

Chapter 311:

Hadley wasn’t the kind of person who accepted someone’s help only to turn around and blame them for it. That wasn’t who she was. She shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m not mad. I just…”

How was she supposed to explain something she barely understood herself?

“It’s alright.” Denver caught the hesitation in her voice but didn’t push. Instead, he added softly and with rare honesty, “I won’t pretend I did it just for you. I had my own reasons, too.”

Hadley blinked, momentarily thrown by his candor.

“Denver…” Her voice softened, almost hesitant. “I told you before… we’re not right for each other.”

“I remember you said that.” He spoke with a small smile, but there was curiosity in his eyes. “What I don’t understand is—why, exactly, are we not right for each other?” Wasn’t it obvious?

knew the answer all too well. Her tangled past. The weight of her mistakes. A failed marriage that still cast shadows. No powerful last name to

Denver had already read the thoughts flickering across her face. “Hadley, have you ever heard

of basketball legend Michael Jordan—his name alone

in an instant, she understood exactly why Denver had brought him up. Because Marcus had fallen for Larsa Pippen. His father’s friend’s ex-wife. A woman

a media wildfire when it surfaced—tabloids, speculation, endless chatter. Even now, people still whispered about them, as

let the idea of being a ‘perfect match’

opened her mouth, but the words tangled before they

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“Whether two people ‘fit’ isn’t what determines if they should be together. What really matters is whether they love each

had time to process that before he pressed on. “I know this is one-sided right now. You don’t feel the same way, and that’s fine.” His tone was calm, free of expectation or demand. “But just so you know—I helped you tonight because I wanted to. Not because I expect anything in return.

wouldn’t that make him

let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t usually one