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?”

Mr. Flynn, and

hugged his neck and turned to

passing the bag to Melba. “She mentioned wanting bread, so

taking the bag. “That place is

then, Hadley emerged from

smile, aware they’d crossed paths before but privy

said, offering Eric a polite, restrained

commitment. He tried to ease Joy down. “Joy, I need to head out now.

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Joy clung tighter.

glancing at Hadley for

said, her brow creasing faintly. “Mr.

Joy’s wide, pleading eyes turned to Eric. “You don’t have time? Not

he say no

tide turning against her. “Our food might not be to

right?” Melba

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