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

Chapter 727:

Oh? Really? Hadley smirked but said nothing.

“Come on.” Eric huffed, taking her hand and leading her upstairs—straight into his bedroom.

Once inside, he turned to her with a smirk. “Hadley, help me change.”

She shot him a dry look. “The doctor said your wound has healed.”

“He said it’s closed up—not that it’s fully healed,” Eric corrected smoothly, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I’m still fragile. I shouldn’t move too much.” His grip tightened slightly, his voice dipping into something unmistakably playful. “I need you to take care of me.”

Hadley exhaled, unimpressed. “Stop clinging to me,” she muttered, trying to push him away. “Either stand properly or change yourself.”

“What’s the matter?” Eric wasn’t about to let her off the hook so easily. “Are you blushing?”

a teasing lilt. “Wait… don’t tell me you’re

torn between frustration and sheer mortification. “Can you stop messing around for

I messing around?” he replied smoothly. “I’m just being an

his waist. “See? You’re blushing even more. Just admit it—you like my abs, don’t

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you

You’ve been lying in a hospital bed for days. Your muscles have probably

at his abs, as if testing whether they had, in fact, turned to mush.

seized the moment. “Change your own clothes! I’m out

Eric lunged, but she was

still grinning—until voices

made you some snacks.

to! You’re not my

spoke with the sharpness of a child who understood more