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.

at her peaceful

toward him had shifted out

she accepted her fate, tethered to him by the child she carried, knowing he would never let

cause, Eric was thankful she hadn’t drifted from his side. “Hadley,” Eric whispered, his voice soft as a prayer.

up to Silver Villas, Eric was mulling over how to whisk Hadley inside with just one good arm when her eyes fluttered open,

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

out a soft laugh. “You’ve got impeccable timing. My arm’s aching—mind

𝖈𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍

Hadley out of the car. Together, they

moment they crossed the threshold, Hadley inhaled deeply, a grin tugging at her lips. “Something smells divine!

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

to the table, gesturing at his

his smile as warm

way,” Hadley said between spoonfuls, her tone shifting to business, “can