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.”

off his coat and draped it around her, even though she was already wrapped

few more steps,” he murmured, his breath fanning over her forehead. “Once we’re

from the cold as

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to life. One by one, the cars pulled away. Yet Denver remained frozen in place, motionless, watching Hadley disappear into

wrapped her in warmth, the way he treated her with such care—it had

from view, his gaze dropped to the snow beneath his feet. A whisper of defeat left his lips.

had given Denver. She had

a stop. Ernest glanced out the window and caught sight of a familiar figure. Elissa was rushing toward the bus, weaving through the

sharply. “Quentin, drive

his window. “Miss Holland, please get in. Mr. Flynn would like to give you