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.

would she manage? He shut his eyes for a moment, fingers

the car… He had lost control.

a man—as her man—he would have known the

he

turned into something else

really lost control. He wasn’t even sure why. Years ago, these things hadn’t mattered to him. But with

𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝘢𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗹𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

kept insisting… that he wasn’t as good as Denver.

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

only one thing that mattered—finding

the surveillance footage, he fast-forwarded until he spotted Hadley. She had

grainy black-and-white footage showed her stepping out of the house, wrapped only in a thin sweater, her arms crossed tightly over her chest against

heart clenched at the sight. Damn it. Where

in Srixby, which meant there was only one place she could have gone—her apartment at West Twelfth Alley. Wasting no time, Eric grabbed

“Hadley, Hadley!”

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