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.

appetite

tangled

and made a beeline for the front door. It was nearly noon, and she had to

without fail, and today she was already running

the front door open, a tall figure loomed

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“Miss Pearson.”

Hadley’s eyes narrowed. “Theodore?”

sight, though they had rarely exchanged words.

time, she’d been puzzled by the

why was Theodore

to rest at home.” Hadley’s

you need anything,

of authority, leaving little room for

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