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,

had shifted

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

“Hadley,” Eric whispered, his voice

rolled up 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

she murmured, blinking sleepily.

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

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

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

Pearson, Mr. Flynn,” Fiona called from the kitchen, “it’s beef

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

his smile

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