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

Chapter 829:

“Ah!” Robin’s scream echoed through the house.

Ernest didn’t even look back. He simply tightened his hold on Elissa and continued walking.

Quentin, alarmed, hurried after him. “Sir—your leg! Are you alright?” That kick came from deep fury—and Ernest didn’t hold back.

“I’m okay,” Ernest replied flatly, shaking his head.

The only thing worth worrying about now… was Robin’s manhood.

In the car, Ernest kept Elissa close, never loosening his hold. She rested limply against him, and he sat rigid—tense, uncertain, almost afraid to breathe.

At first, she was still. Peaceful, even.

if trapped in a bad dream, she began to cry. The sound was soft—barely more than a kitten’s whimper—and yet it pierced straight through

completely at

he supposed

beat of hesitation, he awkwardly lifted a hand and patted her

if… that small

down at her in silence, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. “So easy to calm?” he murmured, puzzled. Then, he paused to take a deep

meant for any of this to happen, but the

sleeping face, the faint lines of another emerged in his mind. There it was—that same delicate outline.

chapters on

the studio—and spotted Eric waiting outside. He had clearly been

took her to the hospital, got her patched up. She’s back at

“Ernest is always so thoughtful. He’s genuinely kind, isn’t

His silence stretched, heavy

glanced at him. Something was off. “What is it?” she asked. His eyes narrowed slightly, shadows

goes smoothly, I’ll be back in a