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.

Hadley blinked, caught off guard. “I told

eyes. “You think that pitiful ice pack

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

do you have to be so pigheaded? Is

Hadley stared in disbelief.

Eric spat venomously, “are you holding out for Denver to

𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞: 𝕘ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝕖𝗅𝕤⫶ⅽ𝗼𝗺

pinned Hadley in

too stubborn for the hospital, then wallow in your misery!” With that, he spun

go to the hospital tomorrow. The pain was gnawing at her: she needed a blood

bedroom to freshen up and change clothes. As he moved toward the closet, faint moans drifted from

shut, groaning softly—her arm even more swollen than the night before. Enough was enough. He wouldn’t let her dig her

elbow and hoisted her