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.”

there ever was a next time, Eric wouldn’t need Ernest to step in—he’d be unable to forgive himself

murmured gently, his voice wrapping around her like the steam filling the room. “Lean

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

Perhaps this was just Eric Flynn’s

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her soak peacefully, Eric lifted her effortlessly, wrapped her warmly in a soft towel, and carried her back to bed.

Hadley asked suspiciously, pulling back slightly. “I told you,

him that fluids and rest would suffice for her fever if she remained opposed to pills. He could accept

topical. You don’t ingest it.” He held her

Didn’t you just flinch from

suspicion? “I’m feeling a bit thirsty.

“I’ll get it