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!”

dashed to the door, figuring Eric must be back. But when it swung open,

“Mrs. Flynn,” Fiona greeted.

replied with a nod,

Nyla, his arms laden

Nyla urged as she stepped inside, tossing

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

eating lately? Still sticking to soup? I brought some top-notch ingredients for you to make soup for

the ingredients to

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Fiona faltered, caught off

Nyla said, rising with a smile. “I’ll peek upstairs at Hadley—quietly, so I

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

she’s not… she’s not

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

not sure

niggling suspicion taking

“I don’t know. I just received a notice from Mr. Flynn, saying I don’t