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

Chapter 736:

Over the phone, Hadley gave a concise rundown of the previous night’s incident. “And then… I woke up at the hospital.”

“That’s not a good sign,” Dr. Duncan said, concern threading through his voice. “You’re at the peak of your ovulation period. The medication might have been too aggressive this time. Hadley, if you still don’t conceive this time… I wouldn’t recommend taking it again.”

Hadley forced out a response, her voice barely above a whisper. “Alright. We’ll see. Thank you, Dr. Duncan.”

The call ended with a soft click. Hadley lowered the phone to her lap, staring at the screen. The more she reached for something, the further it seemed to slip from her grasp.

But before she could dwell on the thought for long, voices outside her door drew her attention. Eric arrived at the hospital, his presence commanding even in his disheveled state. The exhaustion from a hangover weighed on him, but it was nothing compared to the sharp worry in his eyes.

His voice was low, rough from tension. “How is my wife? What caused her to faint?”

appears to be physically weak. However, for a precise

Eric said, nodding once before pushing the

from a glass of water. As soon as

He just stood there, staring. Her bare face, usually vibrant, looked pale and fragile under the soft

𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗏𝗂𝖺 g𝖺‎𝗅‎﹒‎𝗇‎𝗈‎﹒‎ν‎𝖊‎𝗅‎𝘀‎﹒‎ⅽ‎𝗈‎﹒‎𝗆

so small, so delicate, like she could shatter with just

into bed, tucking the blanket around her before stepping away quietly. Eric moved forward, sitting on the edge of the bed. Without a word, he reached for her hand, cradling it between

“Hadley… I’m sorry.”

calls. On purpose. Because of jealousy. Because of his

when she kept calling him, desperate for help, only to be met with silence. What had she felt in that moment? And if the cleaning lady hadn’t come back

to imagine what could

thinking, he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her—blanket and all—pulling