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

the car… He had lost control. He knew

had happened between them last night. As a man—as her man—he would have

jealousy, he hadn’t been able

anger had turned

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

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as good as Denver. And now, here they

had been right about one thing—he really was a bastard. But that didn’t matter

there was only one thing that mattered—finding

swift, his mind racing. Pulling up the surveillance

house, wrapped only in a thin sweater, her

heart clenched at the sight. Damn it. Where could she

didn’t have many friends in Srixby, which meant there was only one place she could have gone—her apartment at West Twelfth Alley. Wasting no time, Eric grabbed his keys and tore out of the house,

“Hadley, Hadley!”

pounded on the door of her apartment, his voice raw, his breath misting in the frigid