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

Chapter 713:

Something was off. Without a word, he picked up the spoon and took a bite. And then he knew.

His brows furrowed, and he slowly turned his gaze to Hadley.

“You didn’t make this, did you?”

“What’s wrong?” Hadley asked, noticing his change in demeanor.

She glanced at the bowl and sniffed it, and then immediately understood the problem.

The ingredients weren’t exactly the same as what she once used—the housekeeper had put honey in it. The taste would be close, but not quite what Eric remembered.

“I see. The base recipe and method are the same. Just a slight variation.”

The same? Eric scoffed internally, a heaviness settling in his chest.

into the dish? No! What he had wanted—what he had really wanted—was her effort, her

craved just the taste; he had wanted the warmth of

on the spoon slackened. With a quiet clink, he dropped it into the bowl

expect me to be

voice shaking with hurt. “If you don’t like looking after me so much, you’re free to go! I’d rather

gestured toward the door. “Leave now if you want!”

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: g‌ⱥ‌𝗅‌ⲛ‌𝗈‌ν‌𝖊‌𝗅‌𝘀‌⸳𝖈‌𝗼‌𝗺

distant, she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge it openly—especially now, when the slightest conflict could cause things between them to fall

tensed immediately, attempting to pull away from her

she whispered, clasping his

didn’t think it would upset you this badly—it was a miscalculation on my part. Honestly, I was afraid you’d wake up alone if I stepped out too long, so I called the

Was she genuinely serious?

Eric eyed her skeptically.

Hadley was clearly making an effort to soothe him, a lingering sense of detachment still emanated

affection couldn’t be faked—actions always spoke louder than

leave was something Eric couldn’t