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.

shut his eyes for a moment, fingers pressing against his

in the car… He had lost control. He

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

blinded by jealousy, he hadn’t been able to think

turned into something

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

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she kept insisting… that he wasn’t as

one thing—he really was a bastard. But

only one

swift, his mind racing. Pulling up the surveillance footage, he fast-forwarded until he spotted Hadley. She had left less than twenty

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

clenched at the sight. Damn it. Where

only one place she could have gone—her apartment at West Twelfth Alley. Wasting no time,

“Hadley, Hadley!”

apartment, his voice raw,