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

Chapter 822:

Her breath hitched, and she squirmed, flustered. “You… knock it off.”

“What’s got you so jittery?” Eric chuckled, mistaking her nerves for bashfulness. “The housekeeper is busy, and Elissa can’t see.”

“Even so, rein it in.” Hadley shot back, her frown deepening. “The doctor said we need to tread carefully these first few months.”

“Oh, right.” Realization dawned on Eric, and he dipped his head, resting a gentle hand on Hadley’s belly to whisper to their little one. “Fair enough, you’re the VIP now.”

Then he perked up. “But a kiss won’t hurt, will it? Just one more?”

“Hadley?” Elissa’s voice floated in, accompanied by the soft shuffle of footsteps as she rose.

“Elissa!” Hadley seized the chance to wriggle free from Eric’s grasp. “I’m right here—don’t wander off and take a tumble.” She turned on her heel and hurried inside the bedroom.

smile tugging at his lips. He hadn’t quite had his fill of Hadley

to blink in surprise when

smile. “Elissa, why don’t you take a seat too? This

settled down, clinging lightly to

tone purposeful. “Your eyes—treatment’s still on the table, isn’t

her response sluggish.

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺. 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

and hadn’t had a

of Eric’s plan. “Do you have a doctor in mind?” With the Flynn family’s web of

“If Elissa is open to

bit her lip. “Won’t that trouble

landed on Hadley. “You’re Hadley’s friend, and you’ve looked after her plenty. Hooking you up with

that Eric’s kindness stemmed from

dance—touched, tangled, and torn. She hadn’t seen this coming from

him—gnawed at her, but abandoning