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

Chapter 807:

She had blurted out that he wasn’t the father—practically handed him the golden ticket to doubt her—and he didn’t even flinch?

She had acted on impulse, seizing what felt like her only shot to break free.

But he didn’t buy it?

Even Hadley herself thought Linda’s little whispers made sense!

After his cold shoulder yesterday and not coming home all night, Hadley had figured he’d swallowed the bait.

Now it seemed he was just ticked off at her big mouth.

He didn’t so much as raise a doubt about her.

He put his faith in her, no questions asked?

that? Where the heck did that come from? Shouldn’t he have picked Linda over her, like

Oh, the irony.

he had had this kind of faith in her back

it when she heard the sound of footsteps—Eric, heading downstairs. She plunked the cup

already slipped out of the foyer and

tug at her lips. Had her voice not reached him? Or had he caught her words

M??? ???????? ???? g????ν???.???

What would it take to slip away with the

trudged back, finished her milk,

been a sleepless disaster,

place, Hadley flopped onto the bed, figuring she would just roll with the punches. With

haze, she had no clue how long she’d been out until

through the door. “Miss Pearson, are

heavy as lead. “Fiona, I’m wiped. I’ll pass on lunch.” She rolled over, diving back into

hesitated but

it over, she dialed Eric. “Mr. Flynn, I tried calling Miss Pearson, but she’s beat