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!”

be back. But when it swung open, Nyla stood

“Mrs. Flynn,” Fiona greeted.

Nyla replied with a nod, glancing over

Nyla, his arms

she stepped inside, tossing a question at Fiona. “Where’s

in bed, I bet? Pregnancy really knocks you out. Let her

lately? Still sticking to soup? I

grinned, hauling the ingredients to

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Fiona faltered, caught off

rising with a smile. “I’ll peek

grew clammy

she’s not… she’s

startled. “How’s that possible? Hadley’s got

her head, opting for honesty. “I’m not sure myself. Miss Pearson hasn’t been back

niggling suspicion taking root. “What’s going

Fiona kept shaking her head. “I don’t know. I just received a notice from Mr. Flynn, saying I don’t need to stay here full-time