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

Chapter 853:

“Take care, Mr. Flynn—get some rest!”

The group scattered, and Eric slid into his car, bound for Silver Villas. Sinking into the seat, fatigue weighed heavily on him.

He had rushed back to Srixby for Hadley just when this business trip had begun—only to be blindsided…

Her actions had pierced him like a dagger to the chest.

The sting lingered, sharp and deep.

To dull it, he flew back to Laventown and threw himself into work, relentless as if fueled by an endless espresso shot, toiling late into the night…

The tasks finished ahead of schedule, but the ache didn’t fade. “Hadley…” Her name echoed silently in his mind, each repetition numbing the hurt a little more.

At Silver Villas, the doorbell chimed while Fiona tackled laundry on the balcony.

“Hold on! I’m coming!”

door, figuring Eric must be back. But when it swung open, Nyla stood

“Mrs. Flynn,” Fiona greeted.

replied with a

trailed Nyla, his

urged as she stepped inside, tossing

chuckled. “Still in bed, I bet? Pregnancy really

gears. “How’s Hadley been eating lately? Still sticking to soup? I brought some top-notch ingredients

the ingredients to

𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 ⲅ𝓪𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈⧸𝓬𝓸𝓶

Fiona faltered, caught

then,” Nyla said, rising with a smile. “I’ll peek upstairs at Hadley—quietly, so I don’t

Flynn!” Fiona’s palms grew clammy as she stepped

not…

Nyla blinked, startled. “How’s that possible? Hadley’s got her TV station gig—doesn’t her shift start in the

head, opting for honesty. “I’m not sure myself. Miss

creased, a niggling suspicion taking root.

Mr. Flynn, saying I