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

Chapter 529:

Fury burned in her eyes, and she wished she could throttle him. “You’re despicable! Leave me alone!”

“I am despicable!” Eric agreed, closing his eyes and not resisting her accusations. “Please, stop crying. I accept all the blame! I promise, never again!”

What? This unexpected submission from Eric took Hadley aback; she was momentarily lost for words. Could it be? The usually haughty Eric Flynn was humbling himself?

“Hadley.”

At the doorway, Ernest appeared, maneuvering his wheelchair. Tears clouded her vision as she looked up, stuttering, “Ernest…”

“Here.” Ernest offered a handkerchief as he approached, his voice gentle. “Dry your eyes. They’re all puffy.”

“Okay…” Taking the handkerchief, Hadley covered her face. Ernest’s hand tenderly brushed her hair, comforting her as he had in the past. His soothing tone enveloped her. “There, there, Hadley. No more tears, okay?”

lately. Let me

on, let’s go

Ernest speaking, how could she refuse? Besides… she couldn’t afford to sever ties with Eric just

Hadley cry again, I won’t wait for her to come

“Ernest!”

L?tєѕτ chʜɑρτєrs ιn g?l?ovєl?.ⲕоm

Ernest might seem gentle, but once he made a decision—he never wavered. If he said

solemn and sincere. “It won’t happen again,

measured nod. “Good.”

Quentin responded

was softer now, tentative, as he reached for her hand. Lifting it gently, he pressed it to his lips. “Come back with me,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

deep in her bones. She was already fighting injuries and illness—and now frustration coiled around her chest, squeezing the air from her

to fight. Too weary to resist. Right now… she simply wouldn’t succeed at pushing him away. Besides, any second now, Joy

hesitate. He bent down, arms slipping beneath her, effortlessly lifting her against