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

Chapter 530:

“What’s wrong?” Eric asked, his voice low and edged with concern. Reluctantly, he lowered her to the ground—but he didn’t let go. His hands remained firm, anchoring her, holding her close.

Hadley leaned against him, breathing unevenly. Her gaze, however, was fixed on someone else.

Eric followed her line of sight. There, a short distance away standing in the snow, was Denver. The silver-gray luxury car behind him sat with its door wide open. Denver’s posture was rigid, his limp more pronounced from the strain of the past few days. But his eyes weren’t on Eric—they were locked onto Hadley.

“Hadley, are you okay?” he mouthed.

Hadley’s lips parted, quivering, tears welling up and threatening to spill. She knew exactly what he meant. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she forced her own lips to move. “I’m fine. Go. Forget me.” And just like that, she turned away. She didn’t know if Denver understood, but she couldn’t keep looking at him—every extra second her eyes lingered would only hurt him more.

“Eric.” Hadley’s fingers curled around his arm, her grip faint but urgent.

“I’m here,” Eric said quickly, his voice steady despite the storm inside him.

“I’m so cold.”

reacted instantly. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat and draped it around her, even though she was already wrapped in a blanket. Then he pulled her close, his

few more steps,” he murmured, his breath fanning over her forehead.

remained tight around her, shielding her from the cold as he guided her

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓼.𝓬𝓸𝓶

roared to life. One by one, the cars pulled away. Yet Denver remained frozen in

he believe her? From the way Eric wrapped her in warmth, the way he treated her with such

last traces of her car vanished from view, his gaze dropped to the snow beneath his feet. A whisper of defeat left his

outside—the look she had given Denver. She had never looked at him

sight of a familiar figure. Elissa was rushing toward the bus, weaving through the crowded stop, but just as she reached the doors a surge of passengers shoved past her. In the blink

“Quentin, drive over

Quentin maneuvered the car alongside the bus stop and rolled down his window. “Miss Holland,