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

Chapter 900:

Melba shuffled over to check. “Who’s there? It’s awfully early…”

Her tone then brightened with surprise. “Mr. Flynn! It’s you.”

“Yes,” Eric replied, standing in the doorway with a bag from Grandma’s Kitchen in hand, a faint smile on his face. “I made a promise to Joy yesterday.”

“What’s that?” Melba asked, clearly out of the loop about the day before.

“You’re here!”

A little blur darted from the bedroom, barreling toward the door. Eric crouched down, scooping Joy up with one arm.

“Good morning, Joy,” he said warmly, lifting the bag. “I brought you some bread.”

“Yay!” Joy’s face lit up with glee. “Thank you!”

Melba laughed. “Did you steal my phone to call Mr. Flynn yesterday, Joy?”

“I missed Mr. Flynn, and he told me

hugged his neck and turned to him

Eric confirmed with a grin, passing the bag to Melba. “She mentioned wanting

taking the bag. “That place is

emerged from washing

smile, aware they’d crossed paths before but privy to little

Eric a polite, restrained

recalling his commitment. He tried to ease Joy down.

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Joy clung tighter.

glancing at

her brow creasing faintly. “Mr. Flynn

turned to Eric. “You don’t have time? Not even for

he say no

her.

right?” Melba jumped

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