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?

called the hair tie he gave her trash? His free hand curled into a

a

think it’s appropriate to give us both the same gift? Does Ernest know? That you gave his wife

laced in every word. “I tossed it for your sake. Wouldn’t want Ernest catching on to your shady intentions

brings your

tightened around her

her wince barely concealed. It

“Shady intentions?”

burned—an unsettling mix of fury and something even colder. “Is

I think. If you don’t want Ernest to lose it, you should keep

“Hadley!”

any longer. She stormed

hesitation, she raised a hand and

talk about him

on her cheek. But the shock didn’t last long. Her instincts took over—her hand shot up, striking Linda just as