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 for such gestures

done being tangled

Fiona. I’m heading out.” Hadley waved Fiona off and made a beeline for the front door. It was

fail, and today she was already running late. Joy would be pacing

door open, a tall figure loomed in

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“Miss Pearson.”

Hadley’s eyes narrowed. “Theodore?”

him by sight, though they had rarely exchanged words.

bodyguards trailing them. Once upon a time, she’d been puzzled by the need for such protection, but the mystery unraveled when she learned they had

why was Theodore here

are clear—you’re to rest at home.” Hadley’s jaw dropped. What was that supposed to

you need anything, just say the word,

undercurrent of authority, leaving little

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