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.

trapped in a bad dream, she began to cry. The sound was soft—barely more than a

stiffened, completely at a

was he supposed to

he awkwardly lifted

As if…

at her in silence, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. “So easy to calm?”

meant for any of this to happen, but the truth was

he gazed at her sleeping face, the faint lines of another emerged in his mind. There it was—that same delicate outline. Elissa and Locke… they looked so

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out of the studio—and spotted Eric waiting outside. He had clearly been there for some time. He brought

he said. “Ernest took her to the hospital, got her patched up. She’s back

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

silence

him. Something was off. “What is it?” she asked. His eyes narrowed slightly, shadows playing over his striking features

If everything goes smoothly, I’ll be back in