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

Chapter 870:

He let out a wry chuckle. “I’m not here to twist your arm into anything. I just mean, if we’re talking about having another child, your health has got to be tip-top first, yeah?”

Hadley blinked, and then nodded slowly. “You’ve got a point.”

“Then we’re on the same page,” Eric said, his tension easing a touch. “I’ve been thinking—I want to look for a doctor for you too.”

“For me?” Hadley tilted her head, puzzled.

“Exactly,” Eric explained. “I’ve poked around a bit. Ectopic pregnancies can be a sneaky repeat offender. If we’re serious about another child, we need to keep you in fighting shape. Even if we don’t have to go down that road in the end, staying healthy is still the name of the game.”

His logic was airtight, his care undeniable.

Hadley’s feelings swirled—gratitude tangled with something more complicated—but she couldn’t deny Eric made sense. “You’re right,” she murmured with a nod.

“Perfect!” Eric’s face lit up with relief. “I’ll take the reins on this. A holistic approach—balance, wellness, the whole nine yards—works wonders for health management. I’ll scout out a top-notch doctor for you.”

his watch, reality tugging him back. “I’ve got a meeting

she watched Eric slide into his car and peel away, leaving her with a bag of medicine and

a sudden, a wave of trance washed

Eric—thoughtful, meticulous—seemed a far cry from the callous figure etched

he became, the sharper those old recollections grew, cutting through the haze

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around her, prompting Hadley to pull her coat snug as she turned to

carved out a moment to

up, mentioning some belongings she had left behind—items Tessie had thoughtfully stashed away for her to reclaim whenever

and was about to make her exit when a familiar figure caught

“Not pretty enough? How stunning does she need to be?

groan, muttering under his breath, “Oh, for heaven’s sake! Why don’t you hunt someone

called out, offering a gentle wave and a warm smile.

up, a mix of shock and joy as he clasped her hand. “Way too long! How’ve you been holding

fine,”

brings you here?”