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

Chapter 490:

He stood there, waiting, half-expecting her to say something. To acknowledge him.

But Hadley didn’t even spare him a glance. She stepped past him like nothing had happened.

As she moved past, he caught her wrist.

His voice was low, edged with tension. “Pick it up.”

“What?” Hadley let out a quiet laugh. “Why would I pick up something I threw away? It’s disgusting.”

“Pick it up!” Eric’s voice cut through the air, sharper this time, his gaze locking onto hers with unyielding intensity. “I said, pick it up.”

“Ouch!”

Hadley flinched as his grip tightened around her wrist. She shot him a glare, yanking against his hold. “I won’t! You can’t make me!”

Her eyes burned—fierce, unwavering.

belongs where it belongs—in

Trash?

she really just called the hair tie he gave her trash? His free hand curled into a fist at his side, frustration simmering beneath his

a gift from

appropriate to give us both the same gift? Does Ernest know? That you gave

tossed it for your sake. Wouldn’t

your imagination

fingers tightened around

a sharp breath, her wince barely concealed. It felt like he was moments away from crushing

“Shady intentions?”

and something even colder. “Is that what you

was steady, deliberate. “It’s not about what I think. If you don’t want Ernest to lose it, you should keep your dirty little secrets

“Hadley!”

couldn’t hold back any longer. She stormed forward,

hand and slapped

let you talk about him like

sting still burning on her cheek. But the shock didn’t last