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 moment, fingers pressing against his temples as his mind

in the car… He had lost control. He

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

by jealousy, he hadn’t been able to think

later, anger had turned into

sure why. Years ago, these things hadn’t mattered to him. But

𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝘢𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗹𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

insisting… that he wasn’t as good as Denver. And now, here they

been right about one thing—he really was a bastard.

only one thing that mattered—finding

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

footage showed her stepping out of the house, wrapped only in a

at the sight. Damn

she could have gone—her apartment at West Twelfth Alley. Wasting

“Hadley, Hadley!”

of her apartment, his voice raw, his breath misting in