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

Chapter 797:

Eric stood and made a beeline for the master bedroom. The door wasn’t locked; he twisted the knob and stepped inside.

Hadley perched at the dressing table, gingerly pressing an ice pack to her elbow. The angle was clumsy, forcing her to prop it up with a trembling hand.

The creak of the door caught her ear, and she glanced up as Eric strode in. He crossed the room in a few purposeful steps and gently grasped her wrist to lift her arm for a better look. Mindful of her last injury, he tempered his strength to avoid causing her more pain.

Hadley’s elbow was a sorry sight—swollen, with a stubborn lump bulging beneath her skin, yet she hadn’t bothered to see a doctor.

Eric swallowed his rising frustration, his voice low and firm. “On your feet. We’re heading to the hospital.”

He itched to scoop Hadley up, but hesitated, wary she might squirm and make things worse.

guard. “I told you,

a storm brewing in his eyes. “You think that pitiful ice

it a shot—maybe it’ll do the trick,” Hadley

why do you have to be so pigheaded? Is this about

Hadley stared in disbelief.

out for Denver to swoop in

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pinned Hadley

the hospital, then wallow in your misery!” With that, he spun on his heel and stormed out, the door banging shut

helpless laugh. Brushing off his outburst, she pressed the ice pack back against her elbow. Still, she resolved to go to the hospital tomorrow. The pain was gnawing at her: she needed a

back into the master bedroom to freshen up and change clothes. As he moved toward the closet, faint moans drifted from the bed. He darted to Hadley’s

the night before. Enough was enough. He

dodged her tender elbow and