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

Chapter 802:

Pregnant or not, one thing was crystal clear—her time at Silver Villas had an expiration date.

Hadley rose from the bed, left the bedroom, and descended the stairs with purpose.

“Miss Pearson.” Fiona Evans, the housekeeper, glanced up as she finished doing the laundry.

Catching sight of Hadley, Fiona added, “I was about to go upstairs to find you. Mr. Flynn mentioned you skipped breakfast, so he asked me to whip up something for you. Give me a moment—I’ll have it ready in a jiffy.”

Hadley blinked, caught off guard. Eric had left instructions with Fiona before he had gone?

She couldn’t deny it—Eric often doted on her, especially in the little details of daily life, tending to her with a quiet thoughtfulness.

But what did that matter? His kindness wasn’t constant, nor was it reserved for her alone.

no appetite

done being tangled

for the front door. It was nearly noon, and she had to get back to her apartment on Millland

today she was already running late. Joy would be pacing

front door open,

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“Miss Pearson.”

Hadley’s eyes narrowed. “Theodore?”

him by sight, though they had rarely exchanged

the Flynn brothers had their own bodyguards trailing them. Once upon a time, she’d been puzzled by the need for such protection,

was Theodore here

rest at home.” Hadley’s jaw dropped. What was that supposed to

firm as steel. “If you need anything, just say the word, and I’ll get it done for

of authority, leaving little room for

dry, incredulous laugh. “Theodore, level with me—what exactly did Eric