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

Chapter 387:

Hadley was struck silent, caught between disbelief and hesitation.

“What are you waiting for? Get in the car!”

Eric studied her expression, smugly convinced that he was, without a doubt, the most exceptional ex-husband in existence.

“Where are we going?”

“To see Denver, of course!” Eric let out an exasperated sigh. “Must I spell it out? Right now, you should be at his side, ensuring he can’t get you out of his head!”

Men understood their own kind better than women ever could. “A man never forgets the woman who stood by him when the world turned against him. Mark my words! Now get in!”

This part of Srixby wasn’t exactly run-down, but it was a far cry from the kind of luxury Denver was used to.

Eric eased the car to a stop, his gaze flicking to Hadley in the rearview mirror. His tone was flat. “He’s inside. Go on.” He had no intention of following.

you decide to stay,

each other and couldn’t bring themselves to say

stopping himself from snapping. His patience was wearing

you waiting

longer, he might

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺. 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

“Oh… fine.”

his mood shifted again—it was exhausting. Without another word, she pushed open the

and a makeshift kitchen. It wasn’t his—it belonged to a friend of his, a last resort after his accounts were frozen and his family cut him off.

steadying breath before knocking. The door swung

Denver blinked, surprise flickering into

did you

didn’t answer, just

“Can I come in?”

He stepped