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

Chapter 814:

As he stepped out, Ernest’s voice called him back. “Eric.”

Eric turned, a fleeting shadow of fragility crossing his face—Ernest didn’t miss it.

Ernest’s eyes held firm, but his tone melted into something gentler. “Come what may, I’ve got your back.”

A lump rose in Eric’s throat, but he managed a grin. “I know. Thanks, Ernest.”

“Go on, then.” Ernest shooed him off and shut the door.

The Cayenne purred forward, pausing briefly before Linda.

Eric slid back into the Bentley, where Hadley lounged against the seat, eyes shut, lost in slumber.

He reached out, drawing her close. She didn’t stir, sleeping soundly in his embrace.

gazed at her peaceful face,

toward him had

genuine concern in her heart? Or had she accepted her fate, tethered to him by the child she carried, knowing he would

side. “Hadley,” Eric whispered, his voice soft as a

Eric was mulling over how to whisk Hadley inside with just one good

blinking sleepily. “Why

a soft laugh. “You’ve got impeccable timing. My arm’s

𝖋𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖈𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 at

hand, a quiet invitation, and guided Hadley out of the car. Together, they strolled into the warmth of

inhaled deeply, a grin tugging at her lips. “Something smells divine! Fiona, what is

Flynn,” Fiona called from the kitchen, “it’s beef soup—rich and

to the table, gesturing at his bandaged

smile as warm

the way,” Hadley said between spoonfuls, her tone shifting to business, “can we call off Theodore’s