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

Chapter 711:

His dark eyes locked onto hers, frustration burning behind them.

“Are you trying to drive me insane?”

Hadley sighed, exasperated.

“I don’t know what you want from me anymore. Should I call Linda over instead?”

“Hadley!” His jaw clenched, his voice rough and low.

“I don’t want Linda. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

“Whatever!” Hadley cast him a flat look, completely unfazed.

“So? Are you eating or not?”

“Yes, I’ll eat—ugh!”

movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through his wounds.

the bowl down before helping him sit up properly. She grabbed two pillows, tucking them behind his

“There.”

again, scooping up a spoonful of soup and holding

took a sip—but immediately grimaced. “It’s

the spoon from her,

staring at him in

twenty-eight years old,

??

knew how to cool their own food—Joy was barely three, and even she could manage it

almost taunting. “I don’t care if I’m twenty-eight or forty-eight—if you don’t cool it for

continue the standoff, she reluctantly brought the spoon to her lips, gently blowing over the soup before offering it back

for

chewing slowly, evaluating

he wasn’t satisfied. “It’s

her voice. “Just have a bit more, alright? It’s already getting late, and you haven’t even begun your treatment