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

Chapter 523:

Eric didn’t return to his own room. Instead, his feet carried him toward Hadley’s. He walked in, barely registering his movements, and collapsed onto her bed fully clothed, his body heavy with exhaustion. Burying his face into her pillow, he inhaled deeply—clinging to the faint traces of her scent. “Where are you, Hadley?”

He hadn’t slept all night. But even here, lying in the warmth of her space, rest wouldn’t come. Closing his eyes only made the unease worse.

Time blurred. At some point, a knock sounded at the door.

Phillips.

“Mr. Flynn?”

Eric forced himself up, dragging his exhausted body to the door. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Phillips. “What is it?”

“It’s…”

Phillips hesitated. He could tell Eric was in no mood for conversation, but the company matters couldn’t wait.

nod. “Okay. I

“Understood, Mr. Flynn.”

shower, a quick shave, fresh clothes—none of it made him

his sleeves, Linda appeared in

gaze swept over him, immediately noticing the red-rimmed eyes, the deep shadows under them. “You’re heading to the company, aren’t you?” Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant. “You should eat

“No need.”

no ve l s . com hosts your favorite

resting at home, I wouldn’t push, but you’re going to work—running on nothing but stress and exhaustion. How long do you think you can

“Linda, please.”

already wearing thin. “How can I eat when I don’t even know

laugh slipped past Linda’s lips. “And that’s my fault?” she scoffed, eyes flashing. “Why are you

Eric’s restraint snapped.

out, his brows furrowing.

“What did I

know about

it was