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 the

Trash?

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

a gift from

us both the same gift? Does Ernest know? That you gave his wife and

“I tossed it for your sake. Wouldn’t want Ernest catching on

brings your imagination

tightened around

sharp breath, her wince barely concealed. It felt

“Shady intentions?”

unsettling mix of fury and something even

wrong?” Her voice was steady, deliberate. “It’s not about what I think. If you

“Hadley!”

longer. She stormed forward, her voice sharp.

raised a hand and slapped Hadley

you talk about

still burning on her cheek. But the shock didn’t last long. Her instincts took over—her hand shot