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.

her peaceful face, his resolve

toward him had shifted out

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

thankful she hadn’t drifted from his side. “Hadley,” Eric whispered, his voice soft as a prayer. “Stick with me, darling—don’t ever

up to Silver Villas, Eric was mulling over how to whisk Hadley inside with just one good

home?” she murmured, blinking sleepily. “Why didn’t

impeccable timing. My arm’s aching—mind if I

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and guided Hadley out of the

tugging at her

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

to the table, gesturing at his bandaged arm. “Perfect timing—you

agreed, his smile as

her tone shifting to business, “can we call off Theodore’s shadow act? I don’t need