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

Chapter 513:

Eric shot to his feet, scanning the room. His heart pounded as he checked the bathroom, the closet, the balcony—nothing.

A surge of panic crashed through him as he bolted out of the bedroom, tearing through Silver Villas like a man possessed.

No matter where he looked—she wasn’t there.

He grabbed his phone and dialed her number.

The ringtone echoed immediately.

Eric turned toward the sound, eyes locking onto the living room sofa—where Hadley’s bag sat, untouched.

A quick scan of the room revealed more—her coat still hung by the entrance, her shoes neatly in place. The only thing missing were a single pair of indoor slippers.

She went out in nothing but a thin sweater and slippers?

Eric’s hands clenched into fists, frustration and regret colliding in his chest.

phone, without a coat—how would she manage? He shut his eyes for a

car… He had

them last night. As a man—as her man—he would have known the moment

he hadn’t been able to think

anger had turned

He wasn’t even sure why. Years ago, these things hadn’t mattered to him. But with Hadley, every

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when she kept insisting… that he wasn’t as good as Denver. And now,

been right about one thing—he really was a

now, there was only one thing that

his mind racing. Pulling up the surveillance footage, he fast-forwarded until

her stepping out of the house, wrapped only in a thin sweater, her arms crossed tightly

clenched at the sight. Damn

have gone—her apartment at West Twelfth Alley. Wasting no time, Eric grabbed his keys and tore out of the house, driving straight into the

“Hadley, Hadley!”

his voice raw, his breath misting in the