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

Chapter 533:

“Eric—I…” She pressed her bandaged hand against his chest, brows drawn together. “Let me do it myself.”

“You?” he murmured, eyes flicking pointedly to her injured hand. “With that hand wrapped like a mummy? Or those legs that can barely keep you standing?”

His hands moved faster, deftly removing the remaining fabric, driven by an urgency to keep her warm. Soon, her skin finally met the water’s warmth.

“Ahh…” Hadley sucked in a sharp breath as a jolt of pain rippled through her. The fact that she couldn’t stand on her own was his fault in the first place, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t the cold making her legs unsteady—it was the deep, tender bruises scattered across her body, especially on her thighs, each a painful reminder of the night before.

Eric saw them clearly beneath the water’s surface—every mark, every bruise—his doing. A heavy ache pressed against his chest.

The doctor’s quiet warning echoed back louder than ever. When he spoke, his voice was raw with guilt, each word weighed down by remorse. “I’m sorry. This was my fault… I promise it won’t happen again.”

next time, Eric wouldn’t need Ernest to step in—he’d be

he murmured gently, his voice wrapping around her like the steam

simply weren’t worth fighting. Ever since that first night at Silver Villas, Eric had always tended to her in this gentle, attentive

unsettling, but soon enough, it became familiar, even comforting. Perhaps this was just Eric Flynn’s unique way

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washing her hair and letting her soak peacefully, Eric lifted her effortlessly, wrapped her warmly in a soft towel, and carried her back

Hadley asked suspiciously, pulling back slightly.

doctor had reassured him that fluids and rest would suffice for

don’t ingest it.” He held her

Didn’t you just flinch from the

stir his suspicion? “I’m feeling a bit thirsty. Could you

answered immediately. “I’ll get it after applying the