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.

put into the dish? No! What

just the taste; he had wanted the

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

me to be

matter at all!” Eric’s frustration surged, his voice shaking with hurt. “If you don’t like looking after me so much, you’re free to go! I’d rather be alone

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

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been distant, she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge it openly—especially now, when the slightest conflict could cause things between them to fall apart completely. Quietly, she perched on the

to pull away from her

angry,” she whispered, clasping his hand more

if I stepped out too long, so I called the housekeeper on

Was she genuinely serious?

Eric eyed her skeptically.

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

always spoke louder than mere comforting

leave was