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,

“Mrs. Flynn,” Fiona greeted.

replied with a nod, glancing over

trailed Nyla, his arms laden with

urged as she stepped inside, tossing a question

scanned the room, not spotting her, and chuckled. “Still in bed, I bet? Pregnancy really knocks you out.

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

the ingredients

𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 ⲅ𝓪𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈⧸𝓬𝓸𝓶

Flynn…” Fiona faltered,

“I’ll peek upstairs at Hadley—quietly, so

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

Pearson… she’s not…

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

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

a niggling suspicion taking root.

Mr. Flynn, saying I don’t need to stay here full-time anymore—back to part-time hours,