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.

the wool over my eyes. Fiona will spill the beans if you skip a

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 busy laying out a tempting

your cravings in my

I would be willing to stay on as a live-in housekeeper. Naturally,

job with a generous paycheck, looking 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 grow on

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

lay of the land. Eric’s thoughtfulness had swooped in

faint smile.

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

had been