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?

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

Oh, the irony.

had this kind of faith in her back then, they wouldn’t be in this

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

she was a beat too slow—Eric had already slipped out of the foyer and shut the

reached him? Or had he caught her words but

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here? What would it take to slip away with

finished her milk, and climbed

sleepless disaster, her

place, Hadley flopped onto the bed, figuring she would just roll with the punches. With her mind made up, sleep soon hit her

foggy haze, she had no clue how long she’d been

floated through the door. “Miss

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

but then

tried calling Miss Pearson,