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.

the dish? No! What he had wanted—what he had

the taste; he had wanted

With a quiet clink, he dropped it into the bowl

you really expect me to be happy

Eric’s frustration surged, his voice shaking with hurt. “If you don’t like looking after me so much, you’re free to go!

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

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herself to acknowledge it openly—especially now, when the slightest conflict could cause things between them to fall apart completely. Quietly,

tensed immediately, attempting to

stay angry,” she whispered,

Honestly, I was afraid you’d wake up alone if I stepped out too long, so I called the housekeeper on my way back and had her prepare it. But if it truly matters to you, I’ll personally cook for you every day from

Was she genuinely serious?

Eric eyed her skeptically.

him, a lingering sense of detachment still emanated

faked—actions always spoke louder than mere

was