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

Chapter 808:

“Get up,” Eric snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Get your butt downstairs and eat—now.”

“I don’t wanna,” Hadley mumbled. “I’m exhausted. Barely slept last night.”

Barely slept?

Eric’s jaw tightened. She had probably stayed up scheming to rattle him and bolt, and now that her little plan had flopped, she was throwing a hunger-strike tantrum.

Holding back a flood of irritation, he growled, “You gonna eat on your own, or do I need to come back there and spoon-feed you myself?”

The sharp edge of anger in his voice sliced through Hadley’s drowsiness, jolting her awake in an instant.

She propped herself up, clutching the phone. “I’ll eat. I’m getting up now,” she assured him, her tone soft but firm.

over my eyes. Fiona will spill the beans if

chastised through the receiver, Hadley sighed, set the phone aside, and tossed a shawl over her shoulders before drifting downstairs. In the dining room, Fiona was

feel free to whisper your cravings in my

if I would be willing to stay on as a

after just two people—what more could she ask for? Sure, the man of the house wasn’t exactly a chatterbox, but as long as she kept the lady happy, it was smooth

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like this didn’t

Pearson, if there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to give me a shout,”

the lay of the land. Eric’s thoughtfulness had swooped in right on cue, as

lips curved into a faint smile. “I appreciate it, Fiona.

your time with lunch. I’ll get started on tonight’s soup—it’s one of those slow-simmered delights that needs a gentle touch over

soups were a godsend, rich and flavorful. Lately, Hadley’s appetite had been playing hide-and-seek, and it was Fiona’s soup that kept