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 of

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

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

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

blinking sleepily. “Why

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

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hand, a quiet invitation, and guided Hadley out of the

tugging at her lips. “Something smells divine!

from the kitchen,

to the table, gesturing at his

Eric agreed, his smile as warm

between spoonfuls, her tone shifting to business, “can we call off Theodore’s shadow